Pimpled Poems - Poems about Pimpled

...Bubbling babbling burbling banter from the bar.. Sup hush….memory lane trip...Proustian rush..pleasingly tickled. Plushly ebbed…spidery beer swirls webbed…whirls..down dimpled dappled jar.. ......

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...Trapped, Scared, Wary A dimly lighted room, A boy with no way out, Heavy metal locks on the polished brown doors, An abandoned clock ticking away, Counting hours, minutes, seconds, Before the......

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...Moral confection is like facial complexion that changes with exposure to weather like it or not we are our elements sweetly pimpled when saturated dried and cracked and pealing for de......

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...The Roar of the Thunder You do not see the bikes for the roar As they roll thundering down the interstate Proclaiming a life once lived and changes sought Demonstrating the era of wars fought In......

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...Rumbles of boredom lead the mouth to eat but then there are the unwashed, the residue of the crumbling and smeared. Greasy utensils sneaking like sharks amongst the soaking dishes. A need now ......

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...Morning’s Broken Armor by Sy Roth Squeaky crawls the moon’s light Falling briskly against the chinks in the window Uneasy sleep A voluble accompaniment to An out-of-work cello. ......

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...A Stolen Memory A Mirthful Chorus By Sy Roth We surrounded him Asked to let go. She stared at the misshapen face, Unshaven sandpapery skin Eyelids a tabula rasa Fluttery sere skin And......

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...Rumbles of boredom lead me to eat but then there are the unwashed, the residue of the crumbling and smeared. Greasy utensils sneaking like sharks amongst the soaking dishes. We need to refre......

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...Soon is the time when blankets will be tucked under chins moonlight will wash over frosted trees. the clinking sound of empty milk bottles early in the pre-dawn air as life begins to stir from slu......

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...The city of dead men. Her neighbor is Repentance. The father of the town was Shot at his own front door By a rival on horseback. The horse bucked at the sound. Her rider drowned in the wel......

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... Shall I dare think of him? The darkest glistening eyes,inviting me to sin. Profoundly lost, when soft sounds from his throat called. Twas a full moon Spring midnight in Chicago. My ......

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...My blurry eyes are talkin As I look at myself in the mirror. Looks like my grandfather Fallen Facial views this over round sounds teary eyes saddened by my brown hopeless import Flan'......

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...Mortality forces me to confront the inevitable... Though feeling one among the basket of deplorables, yours truly, albeit groggy from unsettling frightful dreams also rather shy to summon coura......

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...Lonely village, moonless night Coal’s acrid odor, breath white Meandering highway, the drunkard’s path Clouded mind grasped for excuses from wrath Unaware of the shadows His eyes on th......

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...Well, here I am at Birthday’s door-- With happy wishes by the score. While younger women look and feel thinner, trimmer, with more zeal. I’m happy to be where I’m at with the weight of years und......

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