Rat Poems - Poems about Rat

Roary the rat was an alchemist with a notorious reputation. He had been creating gold since his college graduation. His workshop was located at the London Train station. He alone had created most of the new treasury for the nation. Now I shall create silver, he told Raven, his trusty cat. This might seem odd, for a kitten to be...

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The desert sun, a shimmering hazy sheet, A jeep's low rumble on the burning shifting heat. That opening theme, a brassy bold fanfare, Announcing danger hanging in the air. Remember Troy and Moffitt, Hitchcock, Tully too, Four rugged figures in that khaki dusty hue. Against the Afrika Korps, a constant daring fight, Beneath the endless canvas...

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It hurts, most days to think myself broken and weird It hurt to be told I needed to be fixed To be analyzed as a mouse in a science experiment Something is wrong With you What a shame Shame Shame Shame on you Don't you feel any shame? Call it nature, to be curious The studied call it torture Do you...

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Love is said to be so many things a man can define, an unexplainable, heart-warming and deep sensation filled with the tentacles of nostalgia, a feeling so selfish to react to and unselfish to share with one's soulmate, Anthony and Cleopatra would be smiling from their graves at the sight of this beautiful piece of...

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The ancient scriptures are both boon and bane on one hand holding out a ray of hope yet also becoming a thought form chain letting us not with light of truth elope. Each breath we take anchors us deeper here, aliveness depending on senses five, so then how may light of clear truth appear, if dying ember we fail to revive? Religious belief,...

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The snake and the Rat Saturday night Deep the light minds of the night flow In the pines of trees In tales of make believe The funk is in the trunk Given up on a pseudo memory Takes a woman to make something beautiful You cant do it Trump Change my life before life changes it for me Freedom's prison Pirates wont...

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• The filthy rat that was living in my walls • Had left the house before the rain fell • When it left, in its maw • It carried a rusty old bell...

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A dose of a placebo intended to deceive the symptoms and your feelings are just what you perceive. This game of med deception unwittingly you play no change in your condition that's just the price you pay. Sometime in the future they gather all the stats perhaps a cure resulting thanks to all you rats....

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• Snivelling spineless rat! • Show yourself like a man • Pull up your big boy pants • And bring back my van!...

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RAT running in the yard : CAT chased, getting too tired, SAT to take rest at nook. FAT cat winked with sly look. OAT with hot milk, cat took. BAT...

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I followed a rat, I watched it burn. I followed a rat into the church, It saw a light but I watched it burn. I followed a rat, dressed in all white— The rat grew wings, but still, it burned. I carried a mouse, I watched it rise. I carried a mouse into the church, It found the wine, yet I watched...

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I’m a fan of that background sound, the world’s underlying rhythm; Life’s glass has a melodic rim amplified with every shot downed; To the sharps in the air I’m bound, it’s who I am I’m cool with that; The wallflower among chitchat, still I crave the quiet sometimes; In the moments that static climbs; solitude can calm a hood rat....

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was skipping through my bathroom one day about to land in my office, when an inner voice yelled hey! Turn on the light first, which I had never done, but did it this time. Saw a six foot black rat snake, stopped my bare feet just in time. If I had landed on the snake, he would have no...

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Life as a Rat Yes, every city is a labyrinthine cage woven from streets seen from celestial heights, but also – from the silken threads of your habits: The paths you follow, or avoid, the cafes where your presence lingers like ghosts, the markets you cross on your mythical journey home, to work, to dance under the spell of Friday night's embrace, and the restaurants where...

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I ran the rat race Tried to keep a steady pace But fell on my face...

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