Gutter Poems - Poems about Gutter

(A subaltern dawn song...) We rise before the rooster cries, Before the sky begins to blush, Before the bosses sip their tea, We sweep the silence with a hush. The city sleeps in dreams of glass, We move like whispers through its veins With a broom, a bucket and barefoot grace, Erasing footprints made of stains. The milkman’s cycle hums its tune, His bell rings...

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She stole my heart What's left of my walls. gutted and hollow  floating hearts Sinking away in the gutter lane Of bad memories.  ...

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Sexuality marooned jellybean pilfered spigot refugees vomit hazelnut in some static plain cloud cupboard. A stifled hexed harvest, suffer the stagnant taffy contraception, Oxidized gut-string lyre feeble mast crippled rod. Shall you be parallel on the naked stem on the shrunken pagan altar? Penguin whale jackal follicle carriage orgies I have the cavernous trunk of thirst, Permanently altered, famines, droughts. Loosen your...

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What I heard about love, It’s so sadistic and pathetic to the core. They claim, “It’s the judge, jury and executioner” The rumors sounded surreal and so real It’s a mutual tolerance, Of an agreement signed by fools. Ink, that slowly fades into the blue Leaving the hue of the unforgiving cue. At least, that’s what I heard about love! So much pretense, From our...

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• Soft like kisses • Smooth like butter • Such traits landed me in the gutter...

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• I stare at the lifeless body •"He's dead," I mutter • I pick him up and drove for miles • 'Till I found a deep enough gutter...

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There’s a constant hammering Alongside my bedroom window Repercussions of a corrupt gutter The maddening drain Obstinately and persistently has refused All rehabilitation efforts There are no drip drip drips Only Pound Pound Pounds As water clashes with wood and metal The clangor must be amplified By a loudspeaker To make such minute water drops Sound like...

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The need to escape is truly vast Usually from memories of the past Or a hungry need to get away From harsh happenings of today It's not so hard to make that choice When heart pain smothers your silent voice Others around you sweetly dreaming While your soul is endlessly screaming Do you know what it's like to be me? When your life's been...

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Rain whispering in the gutter - gossip passed along its length all night until finally being silenced by the downpipe. ...

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Has old Mark Rutter, been spun to the gutter? Have reason begun now to be seen? Is he sad for The bad? Are the Dutch now glad? Is the national scene; more serene? Will They send him some clogs? Or let loose The dogs? I guess it renains to be seen? Maybe he'll turn to the dykes? Dredge the Sludge quite...

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Now, I'm dealing with mosquitoes! All about standing on my toes, Refusing to accept the throes; Back to Mosquitoes bad death throws... Harsh hand claps to just have one smashed, For if I did not would be lashed Upon entries into net cashed Their bloodstains on it shall be washed... In water troughs would meet their eggs And - guess the next - use...

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They were swilling blood from the road into the gutter, policemen with buckets of cold water. And all I could think of was you and how you had left me. It was not your blood but someone else's that the curious had crowded to see. You were walking, talking, laughing elsewhere in this city and I know I might see you someday, which would be a...

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Don't anyone on this flatter Nor leave the matter to Martha. To her it might mean 'No matter' While it's one that could things batter. Long-built relationships scatter, When challenged lips simply mutter Once clean lives in foulest gutter, Quiet room source of loud clatter. Each time, I awake this matter, Fears of waiting ruin get fatter: I glimpse feet and hear their patter. As they...

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lizzard 'pon gutter phoebe builds mud nest on fan.... rain droplets glitter ...

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He does not words utter Nor heard syllables mutter But a heartbeat is aflutter With his sighting a shutter Of a clinic answering “What’s the Matter”. That would life save but funds scatter His honest last savings shatter… On his head a hammer’s clatter Of a fever seeking to him batter; A just consumed bread and butter Vomited in excited gutter....

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