Pumped Poems - Poems about Pumped

...It is with tears in my eyes that I write these verses of hope, it is with tears in my eyes I climb the mountain of joy and stands on top of it and look at the distance that I am coming from; it is a......Read the rest...

...I see them lurking around the streets with vicious eyes that are sinking deep; they are hungry for your flesh, and they are walking with blood pumped up in their chest. They have machete and long rif......Read the rest...

...I got this new hand soap, called “Frosted Coconut Snowball.” It's the dreamiest scent ever. When I’d unpacked (from Spring break) and had everything in place, I dragged Andy and Leong into my bat......Read the rest...

...He bleeds the power of a savage redcoat Breaking the bones of his weak allies. That love hurts As much as you love to hurt. Biting the face that endured your graze Bleeding the blood that pumped......Read the rest...

...If by night, you guys off the Rez, Carrying cases of beer, Hardons for my mom, For me and Charles, fear, At the top of the stairs, we sit, Unable to see, but intently listening to their bull, P......Read the rest...

...The snake slips through its own ribs. It surges away accelerating within its length, a self-winding mind pumped through muscular hoops. A sharpshooting tongue flicks, drilli......Read the rest...

...SMILEY AND FROWNY A bizarre affair pitches a fatty and a skinny, An unlikely one-sided romance of Smiley & Frowny. Differently built, she's roundie & he's slimmie. Glittering love is written i......Read the rest...

...On a shattered pebble beach my kernel, becomes this dervish dancing to the maniacal symbol rash tune, of inchoate monsoon grass beat timpani, that’s dimly frowned on by sonic virtuoso, but terms ......Read the rest...

...She has yet to hear the screaming, this new child of my child; the news of angry wars, pumped out, merely ambient background. Too soon, tablet in hand, she will search, see, and wonder: why?......Read the rest...

...Two rust-red tubes running up the hillside, by the wood's edge, hidden just in the trees, they have water, and compressed air inside, pumped up the mountain to hydrants steely. Hoses conduct it t......Read the rest...

...I awoke to the familiar sound of dishes rattling in Mother’s kitchen and to the thick scent of coffee wafting through the air. I glanced out my bedroom window; the neighborhood was lit by the first r......Read the rest...

...It was the Eve before Christmas, every tree covered in snow, Bonnie was walking Plato her poodle, conscious to keep to the road, As she nonchalantly walked, she thought of Derrick her Danish beau, ......Read the rest...

...Fifty-one autumns ago on a vibrant blue sky morn, I was running in my high school girl's cross-country race in Bethpage Park, Long Island, N.Y., as many ponytails bounced under canopies of red, o......Read the rest...

...Butter the toast, butter knife, bread. blue plate, no sunlight, short-sighted blue night, electric rings of silence. Breakfast is slow, not that hungry but there is honey and I am lonesome in ......Read the rest...

...Date. August 2023 Damian turned 22 and Moved from his family's estate Into his own duplex apartment, 5 bedrooms. One master bedroom and 1 and a half bathrooms. Down town West Virginia.......Read the rest...