Haul Poems - Poems about Haul

...A time to rake; to search embers, for fingerprints and the scorched optics of the scattered and blind. After the violence, fagots, and reeds are heaped up into pyres, but first the sorting, t......Read More

...Written: September 16, 2023 _____________________________________________________________ In the dilatory embrace of midnight dance, Amid gloom and shadows, we bore a chance. Akin t......Read More

...Figurative paralysis laid waste body electric of mine This is Spinal tap bamboozling, binding, bleeding, bombing... ripped from every dog eared and book marked page recounting latest ill fat......Read More

...Horrid little raindrops Hopping upon the ground Hosing down my windows Hoarding inside the clouds Hanging around my head Holding my spirit down Haul your ass off elsewhere......Read More

...I glanced in the side view mirror of the U-Haul truck. One mile forward, one more, and then another. With each mile forward everything familiar slipped further and further away. The lush, tree-cov......Read More

...A Slow Decline Farmers wake, farm their fields. Their wives tend hearth and home, chickens, pull milk from cows, slop the pigs. Fishermen struggle against fleets of slowly departing commercia......Read More

...Not to be taken lightly, I burnt all my clothes Cut the tattoos off my back, tore pins from my nose Foraged for food particles, where wild beasts reposed Lapped water vapour off thorns, when the......Read More

...Hold on, don't you dare let me go; From sunset until dawn caught in the undertow; I'm all thawing passion; Tightly, paradise is fleeting; Savor that melt gently the Sun will be riding the ......Read More

...Dirty martinis and Cuban cigars Fishnet stockings on hookers Playing my guitar. Long days at the beach Women without wedding rings Making a list of my favorite things Sex before Breakfast ......Read More

...The paddlewheel unloads people, tourists who were out on a cruise, above the docks and the gift shops the brown palisades come in view. (The canoes draw up on the beach, Iroquois out looking t......Read More

...At the wharf I donned the Wellington boots Of the fisher deceased, to trace my roots And see and feel what it was like at sea For my uncle a fishing devotee. The clammy boots were three sizes t......Read More

...Nothing! There is nothing in for the long haul Bliss, pelf and fame will become pale as white sheet Dolour, lack and inefficiency will be silent as dull All are in the cage of deceit. Behold! ......Read More

...It's been an odd dream, hasn't it? I can taste my breath behind this mask The sweet bitterness of cold brew and hazelnuts As I run out to replenish my dwindling stock And the masses cast their ......Read More

...Pastimes in summertime linger longer. For the warmth of the sun is much stronger, Creating sheer moments of bliss that last And become such an enjoyable blast. I stroll bare-foot along the sand......Read More

...It's never planned to write another But they always come, 'cause there's no other Someone I would write these for On you my tenderest thoughts do pour When I think of you, the words then flow ......Read More