Exhaust Poems - Poems about Exhaust

Anxiety consumes. IT eats And IT eats devouring, until the only substance left is drool. A drool so cold and numb, one could say IT hurts. IT dribbles down the brain looking at memories, looking at moments, ripping them and moving to the next. IT leaves IT'S exhausting trail while going back to IT'S hiding place. In the back of the mind IT sits, getting...

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slab of smokey concrete sky swirls like swarms of ashen hands reaching away from skeletal grief someone's suppressed tears dissolved ~another's anguish ignited...

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Noise Noise is not anger. Noise is not aggression. Not like my father shouting My sister crying and my mother. Moaning and me begging For the noise to stop The rows to subside. For peace to reign. Noise can be satisfying. Like a Ferrari exhaust. A plane roaring down the runway Best of all passion And the purr of the cat. Yet noise still affects me A cold shower that...

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E-bikes, E-scooters, E-cars Darting through the streets Even E-mountain bikes To take you to the peaks. One problem with this E-solution Is the amount of E-pollution as we plug them in at night drawing power, out of sight. Unlike the runner or the cyclist powered by plant-based fuels shortsightedly we lobby for these battery powered tools. It seems these “green” solutions all contain a power curse for it seems...

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last box smallest box to go all things now moved in silence to the car awaiting those who take such things away take these things and with them please, the memories for they are gone forever gone away and I am gone into some place between my life and dying no longer here, but not with them In-between my life and death inside each box...

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The sillies are popping up thick and fast Hard to keep up, my archives are vast My eyes are crossed From my bum there's exhaust Really kinda worried bout a nuclear blast...

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The sillies are popping up thick and fast Hard to keep up, my archives are vast My eyes are crossed From my bum there's exhaust Really kinda worried bout a nuclear blast...

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My limbs grow weak from the weight I carry. The grave is deep and I’m feeling buried. I try my best to raise my head. Body already feeling dead. I do what I can to make it through. Never giving up is what I will do. Exhaust hits hard like a freight train. Better yet...

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An Inmates Letter of Exhaust From Addiction ~Ricky Nichole Flanigan An inmate’s life is built with love, but permanently judged by social population, The unjust society plus there own family pushed mental states towards self mutilation. Personal acceptance, starts with believing in one’s true meaning, Stage one, starts now, to kick off whatever you might be...

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Every time I sneeze or cough Either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires! Shouldn't be a big surprise It's a definite sign we ain't no young chicken no more When you grunt just putting on your socks It's the ninth inning with two men out If you have to turn up the volume on TV Till it shatters the wine glasses...

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Exhaust Jet's etch a sketch 'Pon a clear horizon White elongated clouds eye shaped Exhaust ...

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Just watch your sneezing with a dual exhaust, kitty litter holds the wet remorse, Hay fever can be a pain in the rear, Remember the kitty litter dear, And stay in the tray of course....

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My brain gauge is on E. My mind's running on fumes. Just when I want to be free, My feet are starting to root. My spirit's racing a mile a minute Endless miles, this road's infinite Tell me when did I begin it? I really hate this commute. Maybe, today's the day. I'll fuel my fire and get away, Won't let myself decay, But I would...

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Went to sleep last night reading poems by Robert Frost So tired was I that the book slipped and fell then Stirring in my dreams was visions of chimney's exhaust The chimney's sparks did fly even though cut off As in the poem that he wrote " The Kitchen Chimney" Went to sleep last night reading poems by Robert Frost A...

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