Hellhole Poems - Poems about Hellhole

...For Silent One's - Mamma Poetry Contest Where is the love, Mamma? Through broken Louvre blinds, you're ever watching Rosary beads clicking prayers on repeat mode, utteri......Read the rest...

...A knotty path, woven in twine With twists and turns like frizzy vine With ups and downs and rugged plains With teary tales and bloody stains Above and below knots of square Are damages on......Read the rest...

...It was going smoothly back then until the storm swept in People left my side, I was wondering why nobody checked in; Things changed right before my eyes, it’s like a curse was let in ......Read the rest...

...Mom So many words to say, so many things unspoken where were you when all I needed was your love and devotion? To protect me from all the evil and darkness in this world But instead, you decid......Read the rest...

...hell's goal is to heal shall we evolve and swap now~ shun hell afterward do each of those who wish the worst for other kin~ they, too, deserve hell paradise on earth guess some......Read the rest...

...He sat in the darkness, the room full of light, And though it was midday, it felt like midnight. The t.v. was on, the news kept on streaming, ......Read the rest...

...Sending Love to My Papa Underneath his multiple dark layers, He was desperately seeking the light. Wolves dressed in sheep’s clothing his betrayers, Kinsman who disregarded his cruel plight. ......Read the rest...

...Poems about Poets V Edna St. Vincent Millay Has Her Way with a Vassar Professor by Michael R. Burch After a night of hard drinking and spreading her legs, Millay hits the dorm, where the ......Read the rest...

...My birth name is Suzie, some say I’m a floozy But I can’t be choosey, that’s just how it is I’ve slept with a teacher and even a preacher And many a doctor got more than a kiss Don’t show me de......Read the rest...

...While as a sparkling carefree brook of gay youth she meandered on the plateau of valiant yearning, the precipice of destiny dragged her down into the ambiguous abyss of no return. Sucked by the......Read the rest...

...State of the Art (II) These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. What the Poet Sees by Michael R. Burch What the poet sees, he sees as a swimmer ~~~......Read the rest...

...Poems about Poems (II) Kin by Michael R. Burch for Richard Moore 1. Shrill gulls, how like my thoughts you, struggling, rise to distant bliss? the weightless blue of skies that are no......Read the rest...

...Rise, warrior hearts and draw your sharp sword And forever relish this timeless deed Written by blood history will record To fight, perhaps die in hour of need Let the earthen floor be stained re......Read the rest...

...Millay Has Her Way with a Vassar Professor by Michael R. Burch After a night of hard drinking and spreading her legs, Millay hits the dorm, where the Vassar don begs: “Please act more chastely......Read the rest...

...Eat Eat Those words I hate This isn’t a cry, I just hate the way it taste as its greasy eyes and melted sun linger over the bun. A whisper lingers in my ear, spilling hurtful little lies. Clini......Read the rest...