Rinds Poems - Poems about Rinds

...the crawling trash-eating growlers empty the jettison of 7 days strong limbs and gloved hands heave and haul tip-over the unwanted tangle of unmindful chaos the machine chews loudly ti......Read the rest...

...A door made from the haphazard weaving of wood, rust, and ivy. Smudged newspapers flap their wings in a wayward wind. Bird feathers emerge from wet claw prints. Faded condoms spill to feed the m......Read the rest...

...Sky blue eyes looking past the bounty of pork rinds past boundless skylines stare blankly for way too long then to the menu cradled in his plastic hands. Plant-based food options required b......Read the rest...

...Spring appears in waves of magenta, ochre, and kelly green Prisms dance across hallways and ceilings Raucous laughter rolls over fields of clover Each child spreads their arms and runs, t......Read the rest...

...Lynnwood Windchest roads lying in a row. She peddles the tea kettle. Rhyming limes and lemon rinds. Slipping shale skipping stones. Silent sighs sail straight past your eyes. Specifica......Read the rest...

...A door made from the haphazard weaving of wood, rust, and ivy. Smudged newspapers flap wings in a heaving wind. Dead birds emerge from wet print. Once full condoms spilled now to feed the mout......Read the rest...

...Seagulls swoop in from a rumored coast, tropical storms rock small pebbles in Ohio. It is the season to be watching other's batten down and endeavor not to drown. Of course the odd hurricane may......Read the rest...

...My body is an infection To all those I let inside Some will keep for reflection While others use for pride I’m done living this lie Oh begotten son so loved I wish to come home to you In ou......Read the rest...

...Peeling splintered wood, rust and creeper. When pushed, it dragged on the ground, opening a gap just enough for a boy to slip through. Inside, only foundations and rubble partly mulched newsp......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...2 cups of crushed pork rinds ( hot and spicy) or crushed fritos 1 tablespoon of Garlic powder 2 tablespoons of cayeene 1 tablespoon of onion power 1 tablespoon of salt 2 tablespoons of cornstarc......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...fraying feathers darkened wings fetid furls from perished things ... moldering meat or rancid minds guts with grace of rotting......Read the rest...

...A door made from the haphazard weaving of wood, rust, and ivy. Smudged newspapers flap wings in a heaving wind. Drowned birds emerge from wet print. Barren condoms spill to feed the mouths of em......Read the rest...

...Peeling splintered wood, rust and creeper - a door. When pushed, it dragged on the ground, opening a gap just enough for a boy to slip through. Inside, partly mulched newspapers, their edges......Read the rest...