Flaking Poems - Poems about Flaking

...A city block vendor chimes pleasantries prouder than Muzak or an unseen crow in the background elevating alarm clock music in the caws uncredited and angrily growing louder. A walkway narrows ......

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...In the late fall After apple picking and around thanksgiving When the leaves started To fade from green to red We’d hook up the PTO from the old Deere To a massive circular saw Like something o......

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...The catcher in the rye I go and drop the ball I lay it down and cry I’m sleeping in the stall Cause everyone is phony Your company is lonely Your animals are bony Your everything is only I’......

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...The stretch of death and decay blows in from the north, As centuries turn to dust. Darkness engulfs barren carcasses of what was, forlorn rain drips from the weeping sky, coating every strand of ......

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...The two stared at one another both knew something that the other didn’t; that was the game; the rules by which they play, and played, the fools. The putrid stench beneath their feet, that thos......

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...That evening, we sat under the old elm, its bark flaking like dead scales from a fish. You pointed to the sky, but the stars did not come out— only the moon, swollen like a bruise above the roo......

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..."I have been a stranger in a strange land." Bible, Exodus 2:22 The compass whirrs. North toward rock, south toward sand. East toward ice, and west toward river. Like a game of spin the bottl......

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...Spring the first winter, after a long war, was cold today snow was slushy, the beginning of spring a poor street, houses had not been painted for years not much foo, the ice was reluctant to le......

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...Psych wards often lack mirrors Out of fear that they will be broken We cannot watch our faces stain with tears That privilege evades the hopless Yet still I remember staring at that wall In the ......

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...In your silence I see colours, speech crumbling like flaking paint, dried; truth dripping from lips, black spittle on a brush. In the silence I inhale the scent of a feeling, what you think of me......

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...Night's descent with heaven's catharsis Of white cold's drug for the dark; Even whirls of flaking bits loveliness— Winter's fresh, ice only shower. Of white cold's drug for the dark— Just righ......

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...Growing up I've always admired the story of Icarus & the sun But as I matured I learned that I actually resented it and here is why... I am the sun scorching, burning Icarus. My heat leaving......

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...I saw a leaf today in the up-draft -- one last dance and lift before the Fall Finale; crisping and fading, flaking...but only an illusion of death, for we know the chemistry, and the maje......

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...I was born there, there between the grey days and ghostly nights. I came out of the warm cave fully encased with my mother's sadness. The ghetto walls moved in or out inch by crawling inch, th......

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...flaking paint on peeling buildings throws clock fingers through the last plumes of yesterday Argus stained waiters Gargoyles chewing on cigars Smile till swede Worshiping the harlequins Sail......

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