Mutters Poems - Poems about Mutters

...I. The Pastor’s Hand At dawn’s brittle cusp— he climbs, each step a nail in time’s coffin breath ragged a Psalm torn mid-hymn. The rope tastes of incense and myrrh— Li......

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...One must imagine Sisyphus’s boulder, marble-sized these days And Ozymandias’ plaque, spinning despair into praise Look on, ye hypocrites, and sneer at my undoing Your universe is a giant sand......

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...I wonder if Pops will lie out in his trademark bell-bottoms—faded denim flares that split the air like his cool, bending time, making room for his strut as if the horizon would yield to his next step......

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...I. The Hour of Approach The poem I was writing refused to end— it kept writing me. Blood didn't ink these lines— the ink bled me. Each stanza a hidden-hematoma across......

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...So. Time to see her. At 2:48pm. Wake up (4:00). Constant strutting. Nails chewed. Overthinking. Stress-eating. 2 hour shower. :):(:):(:):(:) (whatever that i......

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...See that clown going around town, with his big floppy shoes, an orange wig, a red nose so bright, a haunting laugh. He pulls a rabbit from a hat, making everyone laugh. A balloon dog wal......

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..."You left footprints on my heart that can never be erased." - Unknown **************************************************************** ......

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..."a breezy yet comfortable autumn day...ah, so lovely!" - quote by poet. his eyes flutter shut a fistful of minutes, a much welcome respite into himself. he sits in the shadow<......

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...As a human' and in being aware.? I.' Or you.? In the great Out-there..yet not as great as the cosmos reaches.? Where Coal black winds slice frozen; on velocity's outer beaches.' Where Heats not j......

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... Written: January 20, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker Quote: “There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.” Aeschylus, Line of inquir......

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... My souls mutters in the muteness; "Is my melancholy more melancholic than yours?" I gaze across a bridge, wondering which stream flows to you, as nobody understands how in the definition of......

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...WINTER, SPRING, SUMMER, AUTUMN - Suddenly, I awoke, To the touch and feel of his able hands, I rose to see a light burning ever, Neither hot to smolder nor cold to bother. Sudd......

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... Written: December 11, 2024, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori ________________________________ When dusk strikes, the magic swirls, In the gra......

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...Many British thermal units* later Vice linkedin to carnal flesh this writer, (a married heterosexual doofus, – whose alter egos named and highlighted courtesy Gallant and Goofus) attones ......

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...“Oh please don’t worry. I haven’t a heightened sixth sense… about the mint infused lilt here.” There must be a compass without a point surrounding me “Looking for directions. The town you’re seek......

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