Gutted Poems - Poems about Gutted

... It was one of the coldest winters, yet the old dog never showed up at the kitchen door like he used to, whimpering to be let in for warmth and food. Where he spent his nights, or how ......Read the rest...

...The sharp knife of simplicity cut a transverse incision through my scalp. The hands of hope gutted out my psyche, deconstructed my mind, and organized it into a coherent tumor that fills the ga......Read the rest...

...I am the spirit, That lives in the hearts of those, Who still see value in keeping strong communities Where good deeds are never spoken of, As they are so woven into the fabric of daily life, Th......Read the rest...

...Every year In Robin Hood Country Nottingham There in October, they hold. What is known, as the Goose Fair. It's huge. and goes back centuries, straining the Middle Ages, perhaps even longer. My pal......Read the rest...

...When your heart corresponds with your mind, then, give it a shot, you write back to me what expressions you so badly need to bleed; the characterisation of letters are alphabe......Read the rest...

...I am not yet tall-table high. Mum turns up the blue flames, lowers the thick sausages, dripping crackles, the iron skillet is licked fat. The meat finds its voice, a splutter of buttery smaze......Read the rest...

...The porch-potted have attenuated into stick insects. Geraniums are hallowed be dark moons, Fragility turns to desiccation. The red tin watering can is iced over by a fallen sun. Of a sudden......Read the rest...

...It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. Yesterday she was running and playing. Today she is lying on her right side, head resting motionless on the quilt she loved and destroyed as a playful pu......Read the rest...

...Bedraggled the old man sat, monkey on his lap. However could he recover from this mishap? Louts took his organ and attacked him with a bat. Monkey on his lap, bedraggled the old man sat. His ol......Read the rest...

...Havoc is when all hell is loose, This night belongs to all of you... To the pumpkins slashed into lanterns “Stingy Jack” his trusty O’ hand returns. Ne'er-do-wells started carving c......Read the rest...

...Vroom vroom! The car stops to a halt. Ooh! Dad’s home carrying him varieties of groceries. Broom Broom! I sweep my room, Collecting trash using a dustpan. Alas! The place is clean. Vroom! The dri......Read the rest...

...Shadows are unforgiving, stark in relief, dark in infill. These stiff hollow silhouettes of gutted entrails follow us around, lacking the detachment to avoid being brutally honest about our ......Read the rest...

...In a squat way at the back of high street Lived a blue-eyed soul, Orpheus his name. A blues and roots minstrel of rock and beat, He was a living legend, with fame aflame. Eurydice was his radia......Read the rest...

...Some movies, we want to experience, again and again, from the prologue, until it crashes, into the credits. With waves of laughter and tears, oft happily afters. Some movies, we value the sum, w......Read the rest...

...menthol cigarettes / messy journals / propane torches / unfinished poems / broken promises / black bandana / clock rings / thrift shops / candle wax / stolen books / peach nehi / ......Read the rest...