Guttural Poems - Poems about Guttural

...Ah, words, the lunacy of language The cackling currency of the confused Squandered in vain attempt at conversation Words, the spit balls and snow balls of youth Sharpened to become the epees of......

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... My hair ripping as her fingernails entwine pulling my head back She slaps me harder than she should Her smile slightly offset My cheek reddening from the welt of her hand Shifting herself fo......

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...The lights dim, and a single spotlight illuminates the dude speaker/He adjusts the microphone the voice, and when it comes, it is strong.) The Confidence Man)/ He's not a robber with a gun and mask......

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...Hear Ye! the babbles of brook flowing on by. the fizzy hiss of foam floating on tide. the howls of a waterfall crying into sky. the raging roar of waves crashing on beach. the pitter-patter raps......

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...I. Sighting I saw you through refracted light- a prism of chance splitting ordinary into spectrum. Wind-tangled hair terra cotta and rosemary beneath your nails th......

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... The sky, a bruised plum, holds its breath. Then, a rip. Not clean, not surgical, but a jagged tear across the seamless blue. Wind, suddenly a tangible beast, claws at the trees, whips......

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..."Cry Ugly" My deepest private searing pain manifests as "Cry Ugly.” Guttural moans race like a runaway train. The wail crescendos and peaks as a Banshee scream. Tears race down my face… my n......

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... The chest, a hollowed birdcage, ribs splayed wide, No fragile heart to flutter, only tide Of absence, pulling, churning, cold and vast, A landscape where all joy has long since passed. No p......

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...People say that you can’t tell the difference of a scream of joy from a scream of pain. A scream of pain is a scream of anger Guttural, loud, violent , Gunfire that is ricocheting Through......

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...I used to slit my arms open like I was peeling fruit—careful, slow, watching the skin give way like wet paper. The box cutter blade was dull, sticky from God knows what—maybe dried glue, maybe someon......

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...My grandmother knew the exact moment I was born. She was sitting in the passenger seat of my grandfather’s navy blue Jeep Wrangler. Speeding down the New Jersey turnpike, the windows tremble......

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...INT. SCENE 1 – THE AWAKENING – DAY FADE IN: It was born in a test tube, Twitching organic mass, form skewed. They fed it chaos and it grew. More tests ordered. More data due. They poked it ......

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...Cat-whipped Apparently, our home’s, furry little empress, knows well how to count: will not settle for less, of her required treat-amount – 4 bits of Friskies, her mandate, not mine, before a......

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...Guttural interval Buzzing in falls I don't buzz I am in bus What is that mom? Who are you mom? Nocturnal removal Tweeting in walls I don't reuse I am in my dose Where are you mom? Which ......

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...Brainstorming until figuratively blue in the gills..., and finally gung-ho with a poem title important to yours truly not disappointing his Facebook fan base, which electronic affirmation, and c......

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