Heap Poems - Poems about Heap

Stepped out on the deck as rain begins, Wind. This is NOT a Summer storm with rainbow peaks. Sans rescindment, the tip of the iceberg is here. Leaves tickled by playful drops, flirtation of petting. A smattering of autumn’s crop of leaflets color the floor of the backyard moss. Betwixt seasons, the late hurricane Helene gently rocks the boat, for now, until...

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Pariah heap - savagely subjecting myself to humiliation Outward slovenly appearance bespeaks volumes wordsworth their weight in gold (exhumed from the pith of these lovely bones - beclothed with mottled skin) presages afterlife of hellish horror (think Dante's inferno), nevertheless a respite from earthly torture wracking mein kampf since conception. I lived without great expectations diploid on an impossible mission set in motion courtesy triggered pleasure zones, when natural...

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Once there was a parson named Ezra Heap Whose Sunday sermons were profoundly deep The louder Ezra implored The more his congregants snored He could never arouse them from...

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I toss a lot of poem slag out there. In fact, I've got piles of it everywhere. It's gotten a little out of control. If my muse were a house they would have leveled it, a long time ago- I like to think that there's bits of shine. Amongst the rubbish of my mind, but doesn't everybody think the same at...

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It's 4:30am and I can't sleep, the sheep leap and lay in a heap, told me they're tired and got shut eye, even my own mind has shunned I, lets just freestyle this rhyme and see where it goes, it beats laying in the dark watching that ghost, across the room that never comes close, my mind protects itself from some images, probably...

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(a regurgitation rewrite) animal research... in(to) knowing...empathy and... communication... shows man's languages... (victorian...biblical)... not of nature's sort... human dialects... ideas...notions...dreams are... made to fit mankind... just speeches...rules... stories...scripts...scrolls...books and laws... imagination... language short changes... and words...distort every truth... handicapping science... darwin got it wrong... man is not top of the heap... other creatures are... stan sand...

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John John and I are like two peas in a pod Limerick masters, pretty hard to dislodge The top of the heap A real clean sweep Guess you could say we're limerick gods...

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They piled a heap of logs fire they light and run away cats and dogs come from sky the work well done collapses Things done in haste out of hate make plotters foolish gamblers when the world laughs and giggles cleaning powder they spray The logs fate piles on gamblers the burning oil it adds in dark the cries of the innocent offended ignite revenge...

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my little black sheep was a heap of wool hes a black sheep that what he told me as he wept those elephant tears those were funny my dear i remember that night he wasnt alright he spoke fast like he was hoisting beer glasses hes a funny drunk a little hunk on and on he went vent, vent, vent yet i always lend my ear for a...

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They want to see me broken and beaten Thrown into a heap of trash Forgotten to the world I travel to my final resting place No peace here Only articles of individuals The forgotten and the lost Occasionally one finds its way out Saved from it's solitude On display not as trash But an item of worth Hoping it won't find itself in the same...

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Note: All lines in this heap are from failed sonnets that I tried to stack without having any two consecutive lines come from the same poem. I had to break the rule twice. It was nice to find a use for this trash, though. I'm sure a few can relate: Often I...

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I chose to abandon my bedroom's mess...since I have created it It's not the easiest to give full attention to this untidy, enclosed chamber-like bedroom My crazed thoughts seem to spin madly in circles...aching from a neck recovery When I lazily lay in fear... Ah, I keep thinking of that chore I didn't do! I'm failing in the...

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I didn’t know Who could have imagined That there are children Who are born to become ~the Unloved ~ Some are lucky enough To be disposed of early on While others have the Horrible misfortune of ~ Mopping up Sin ~ Dragged around on the floor Like an old rag doll Hugs and kisses from...

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Apex of mute dreams, Rise above abandoned floors: Pyramid of shoes. ___________________________ Inspired by the Auschwitz Shoes...

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