Pushers Poems - Poems about Pushers

They think they’re Keats and Frost of time, Some pen-pushers are frost in time. All they pen, not but passing rhyme, Is set sail, a big boast in time, Which, all of self-promoted stuff Gathers black and white dust in time. Let some prayers be said for them: Their footprints last on coast in time. Heart wishes well, head less than least, I...

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My aunt complained, “It’s cold down here!” (In Florida, she meant.) The shorts she wears against the chill Would not have made a dent. “Put on some pants,” I told her But she found what’s in-between And so her pedal-pushers, Not Capris, have made the scene. It’s nice to hear the lingo From the past get a new lease. I wonder if those pedal-pushers Live in...

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fragrance of roses growing wild alongside a rusty fence musings suicidal elbowed from his mind...

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Hula hoops and pedal pushers Baseball cards and Slinkies Penny loafers and bobby sox Pony tails and a dime jukebox Where are all the fads today -- But for video games we play -- Electronic devices all the rage Hi-tech gadgets, center stage...

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Crystal meth, crank and speed. Making drug pushers rich. Drugs no one needs. But some do. Now. They have to have it. Caffeine pills and high energy drinks are bad enough Getting hooked on crystal meth, crank or speed, Making drug pushers rich, And making families sad. Drugs that ruin people. Taking away their potential. Why don’t we legalize them? So we can wean the addicted off, and...

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Pencil Pushers haiku can hurt you juxtaposition jousting upon leaden steeds John g. Lawless ©6/6/2017...

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streets are quiet now, as the daylight closed its eyes, darkness is the devil’s friend, as the pushers soon arise. in their web, the hopeless purchase drugs to calm their craving, nothing matters anymore, their lives are not worth saving. once they played in school yards, happy children growing fast, mother’s little angels, but those days would never last. life was...

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