Quarry Poems - Poems about Quarry

Now you are the quarry Until then, You were hang up on yourself You didn't have due regard Someone has rained on your Parade Cant handle it Your eyes have grown tired have you a safe place to hide ? Numb days where are the residual of your friends dividing the public was your aim As the world rises and falls you were culpable in its...

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on the prowl, a big cat; hunger pangs. oh, the thrill of the hunt! ...

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Is it that close to Halloween the gravestones asked each other. For toward them was walking Dracula and his older mean brother. A bit of blood was dripping from the bad brother’s mouth. The gravestones were silent as they watched them head rapidly south. Isn’t that where Empathic Witch lives? One asked in fright. He knew now that it was...

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Does your writing have a time stamp, or an expiration date Does it spoil in the open air, does it falter at the gate Will children still remember, when they have grandchildren of their own That what’s written once and meant to last —those words made out of stone (Dreamsleep: February, 2020)...

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Stone quarry Stone quarryman Stone worker Quarry worker Quarry labourer Stone mason Stone chisel Cold chisel Metal worker Whitesmith Silversmith Tinsmith Goldsmith Blacksmith Wordsmith; Black art Word art...

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Ashes afterlife, another elliptical ride behind the climb, A course of strife, cursed by the past forward in time. The wanderer of worlds step beside the tracks onto paths laid over tombs, Malevolent, malformed, misconstrued by literature, words consumed. Daylight is not bright, it's more like night with out the empty space, Moon bright is more likely to shroud facial...

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I want to cry sometimes Too afraid that I will lose my breath Tackle a wall hard It’s shrapnel beating against my chest I want to scream yet it could possibly wake a beast I don’t wish to hurt anymore I just wish to be a better me....

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Everyday I shovel and rid some rocks my super looks say this is a crock he bats at my shovel again I'm in trouble thinks I'm stealing poop from his litter box. 12-03-17...

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Suits in the living room. Basket of fruit near the kitchen. The car's idling on the drive During last meeting's decision. Cheap cologne from the vendor. Entertainment-level winks. Push through this...

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To Quarry In a field lion, doesn't learn silence of storm,hunger of steps In a sea whale doesn't know silence of tides, thirst of water In a dark Beast doesn't speak Silence of Night, pattern of Dark In...

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Self mutilation comes in many forms, when I write, I like to dissect myself, carve out bits of infection and toss them into a quarry made for self- delusion. Maybe there they’ll find what they need to heal, and grow strong even if it is under a crazed, and utterly false pretense. Sometimes a little ignorance is just the right push,...

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QUARRY OF MINDS A college full of seasoned eminence A home once taken as a place of negligence But now she is favored in greatness A college that is now loved and people nourish And always and will it flourish Your fragrance it’s lilies of bravado It ooze me off to a whole Eldorado You once house those of graceful mind Who achieved and...

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Cut from the quarry of life, block by block by block towed to haloed ground cut and pasting pyramids of the mind time after time after time.... To open a seam in the sky, heart in the kings chamber the soul in the queens great lost limestone eyes peering into the afterlife, eating the gaze of god on heavens horizon but more often than not, nothing is...

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With my tempered determination, I'm obscured from my destination by scheming whispers striking malicious at my spirit thrusting seditious. The court remains a dutiful sort as they track down competitive sport with dogs mowing down the scent they place to ensnare pests they wish to erase. One whimpering whelp kicks in the dirt, hiding pleasure behind his alert as drooling brutes prepare to assail, allowing fraud...

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