Dug Poems - Poems about Dug

...Gloomy dismal, and forlorn... that's how this day was borne in a Greyling sallow place where death doth reign without a face. In a boneyard of decaying flesh, one fresh abyss was dug to th......Read the rest...

...I went into the garden on one sunny, lovely day When I was attacked by vegetables in a most aggressive way Every time I turnipped around it seemed that I got beet It kept me on my tomatoes but bar......Read the rest...

...I only remembered it for a minute second Some dream bound for the black hole. A minuscule moment it was Slipping into the fabric of no dimension. The actor forgetting their single stage moment ......Read the rest...

... ANZAC Few among them knew the name Gallipolli no crystal ball foretold the hell it spawned but in the misty dawn of 25-04-15 the legend of the ANZACs would be born. standing tall......Read the rest...

...Spread it out on the ground and let’s see how far it reach; spread it out on the ground and you will see where destiny is bound; spread it out and measure it and you will know exactly if it fits. ......Read the rest...

...My eyes open with the morning to witness the break of dawn and we waited quietly in the room for the signal to begin our journey at noon. The instructions were clear and everyone was briefed on wh......Read the rest...

... "Welcome to my domain. You are here because despite my repeated warnings, you dared to insult me with your presence. You came looking for a fight, right? How tragically ignorant of you.......Read the rest...

...Uncooked grains of rice caked our apartment. Dug themselves into my pliable plantar aspect I welcomed you from the bottom of my being, Into my soul, A friend that made me feel whole. You dreamt ......Read the rest...

...I don not know how to feel My broken heart will never heal It is bruised, broken and shattered From the awful way you battered It to pieces blow by blow I wish you could only know How you cut m......Read the rest...

...The afternoon's a fire, but my head still frozen to the pillow. The fan blows soft and I lay softer. Without a signifier I'll get up for the 4th hour in a row, I'll stay ignorant to all the day ca......Read the rest...

...[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 2 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’] __________ London’s streets resembled an al fresco mausoleum They tracked a trail of body parts which led to a......Read the rest...

...“We may think of freedom, not as the right thing to do, but as the opportunity to do what is right.” ~~Peter Marshall~~ "Need I say this was inspired by the t......Read the rest...

...Scratching Fanny in Cock Lane, a true tale The year1762 a tale of murder or mystery they boast A teenage girl, a drunken parish clerk, and maybe even a ghost About hordes of aristocrats and wealt......Read the rest...

...Fighting the feeling with each new Ripped stitch Flesh simmering in this hell And I'll make no apologies for what I Tell you When you rather sink instead of swim, Believe me I'd rather be with ......Read the rest...

..."The World is smaller because the people are closer," ... by the Poet. There's something singular needs to be said, mind the conduct or stature -- latter's best, the subject at hand ......Read the rest...