Guttural Poems - Poems about Guttural

... 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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...Her shocks poured forth like a midnight oil spill, body buckling like a sapling in a tornado, cracked like a Grecian museum urn. Moonflower extended limb petals, hips arched, limbs touched the night......

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... Written: January 10, 2025 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The stillness separates us — quivering quietly akin to the cusp of daybreak when whispers wane — it ......

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... I woke trembling on the threshold of dawn as dappled sunlight through my window shone Upon my primed canvas there had been drawn a masculine image with finely chiseled cheekbones What viri......

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......the village shivers a hive of restless souls skin pricklin' with anticipation as costumed runners fixin' to gather — hearts a-thrummin' like trapped hummin' bi......

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...I live in every man's struggles. I lose myself in the crowd; Everyone has a story of loss, Of a childhood that ended abruptly, Transmogrified into juvenile gods, Worshipping, genuflecting, react......

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... Searching outside of myself Far and wide Looking into the eyes and souls of others Seeking answers Looking for my missing part Always sensing an absence Awakening one day with tears in m......

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..."Get high on yourself baby You The revolution" It wasn’t Reagan chirping away That brought down the Berlin Wall It was Nina Hagen brawling like a sprung spider From a death crack in the wall ......

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