Drywall Poems - Poems about Drywall

...Oh my God— if only he knew that drowning doesn’t look like thrashing, it looks like stillness. Like bleeding ink onto walls that won’t answer back. We could’ve saved him— or maybe he could’v......

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...inside of twenty takes dirty filled frames no resolution to me the family that a ugly call me cat purrs on approach welcome spat too literal gotta reclamation eye's cried so much relief b......

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...Steamy daylight seeps into flesh, bone and drywall. A large fly is trapped between the curtain and a hot window. Can’t tell if it’s angry, desperate, or confused, the buzz is intermittent, th......

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... they walk among us, slipping through cracks in the drywall of laws, hidden in neighborhoods where swings creak empty. their eyes, like needles, threading innocence with ruin. you see them i......

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...Echoed voices that seep Through the cracks in the drywall Of the room which I hide in. Bones clatter in the closet, The softest shadows show those faces, Those girls, Those girls who I loved ......

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...When love leaves, taking your home and walls, Let the elements beat you down No job or acquaintances to shield you Nothing but waiting as your friend and foe For a home with love buzzing in the ......

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...He's a blue collared artist supreme with a medium of drywall and wet concrete. He was laid off when build back better lost its gloss. He occasionally does side jobs... tax free. The beard is unke......

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...Walking Out on the Devil Of course this is what I asked for. Exactly what I wanted. Some would say, Even what I deserve. I knew it would be hard. Maybe not this hard. I had expectations o......

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...Sappy hired a mouse to be the taste tester for her restaurant no one said anything for a day or two, but we were not happy. He eats drywall, dust, fabric, even insulation, said the elephant. Hirin......

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...it felt like he was in her pocket. something insignificant but with her at all times. i felt as though he resided in more than just her phone in her mind in her time my father was a bad ma......

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...My girlfriend is not a poet in the way that most people mean. She is a collector of rare and valuable information. Today, she told me about cats & the color of their coats. We adopted a kitten......

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...In my many years before the mast I’d seen rocks and shoals conspire To ground me down to powder Till I was just dust in the wind, And I’d never even been to Kansas. I was useless as a one-armed......

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...I see a rotting occlude on the drywall in my attic at the peak of the ceiling beyond the walls veil for outside of it I came as a worm in a large world at the very core of a rotting apple only being ......

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...I’m with you, I’m without when not. That’s how much you’ve become. Plastered fabric enmeshed into me. Like drywall, yet to crack, but firm and white. Bare bones make us who we are. I can fe......

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...Who Cares There was green Playdough in the rug Big deal, who cares? My drywall now had a work of art Created by an imaginative four-year-old with a black magic marker. Even way back then I real......

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