Piled Poems - Poems about Piled

...From moments when love was cherished in Stalingrad, Like stories written on the walls With the song repeated by Babushka And not long after that, the war reached its gates. Hands turned into ......

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...OF FOOD AND WARRING (A TANKA QUIENTET) Juxtaposed bombs fall… Food’s down, starvation rising… Death…collateral… Thus, war’s new reaping of death: Food uprooted and destroyed:- Food’s an en......

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... Kensington spreads its legs— lets the city crawl in, dripping Xylazine / fentanyl / tranq, open sore veins moaning dirty dirges. False prophets— all piss and panic— bark half-lies ......

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... I’d invite you and your wife to dinner but my wife’s cooking is, well, no winner. I guarantee that after the first bite my prediction will kill your appetite and in short time you’ll be speed......

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..."Mummy says now that my heart is broken, nothing will ever hurt me as much again" The Poet. ______________________________________________________________ Fir trees along the road, showin......

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...It was all about a grim, Foggy, smoggy, old Thursday night In Hithergreen, London’s belching south, Below Europe’s icy, dark trees and In the silence of grieving mornings . . . Bulbous clouds b......

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...The poets ease a troubled soul – their lyrics echo in the heart that yearns for soothing silence – a sombre melody that shadows part. Echoes drift where silence clings We mourn the scribes......

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...attractive available anguished armadillo babbled bold bald badger whose bagpipes billow Caribbean cardinal carved a curious candy castaway dazzling daffodils and damselflies dived into last Tuesda......

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... Is it not simple These words I portray Leaving one in thought To pass the day away I watch the raging river Sunlight glisten Upon the leaves Reminiscing A day so long ago ......

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...There was no accident. It is an entire generation your failures have delivered to the flames. Beneath your crumpled suits, betrayals show their seams. You deconstructed without rebuilding, demoli......

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...Contest: Cemetery Sponsor: Constance La France Written 28.05.2025 They called him wild although he hardly spoke. Remote to them to breathe electric air. He moaned in thought before the plastic......

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...Ruthless heart running around the street with desires pulling strings in dark corners of night, corrupting the people that they meet and causing commotion in the street. The wet grass is filtering a ......

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...Shadows of the Valley creatures of the dark pitted dome scantily clad dryads' hissing drones they rally without souls—pod like, they roam throughout forests assiduously marled awo......

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... In conversation the sounds of her thinking astounds logic rebounds argument confounds rationale knows not bounds there's no reasoning with what she expounds or justification in tha......

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... Day one out of the womb – had a full crop of hair, black like my daddy’s (it later went more fair). Early childhood – Mom kept my brown hair short because I’d twist it into knots. What a silly......

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