Rye Poems - Poems about Rye

Seclusion forms into a mountain, Practice acceptance of my reflection, Eye contact with the water of a fountain. Time refuses to push forward if you stop counting, Acting seconds out loud, Life can never falter if I’ve got nothing to amount to. I’m trying to make sense of the seasons, Claimants of my portions try...

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The catcher in the rye I go and drop the ball I lay it down and cry I’m sleeping in the stall Cause everyone is phony Your company is lonely Your animals are bony Your everything is only I’m underneath the bridge Below the overpass I’m locked inside the fridge I’m sleeping in the grass Cause everyone is faking Every excuse for bailing Your painted skin is flaking Success...

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Over harvested fields — I walk beneath the fading afterglow of a forgotten lantern a path worn by wanderers older than the scroll of Zeno its damp salve seeping through my coat into my bones Fog an Erebian curtain a Stygian veil barn swallows following susurrus secrets of the soul each step a slow exhalation a...

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Screaming in a jar, wondering who you are, Waiting for the glass to crack, You left me with these scars, you left me in the stars, Trying to find my way back. I smoke and I drink, so I don't have to think, About why the moon's in love with the sun, I drown and I sink, my minds on the...

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I live in a "Mean Peoplez Zone" soou leave me alone: I'll introduce to you to my dad Miezzer. So stringy is he and I'll let you see: he's so cheap he waits for clothes to go on sale at goodwill. he told a story of aman who used a elk, deer and moose to stem cell meat for cheep. They only asked me was it...

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He wanted whole wheat not rye The sloppy sandwich made him cry He knocks the plate on the floor Then decides to order more His sandwich was extremely dry...

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Oh little Rye! You’re too young to be mine. Notice me from afar; I’m giving you a good sign. Oh little Rye! You’re twenty-one, now. Are you seeing someone lately? Or have you given a vow? Oh little Rye! I wish you were my age I wish it’s easy to hold you And it feels like you are caged Oh little Rye! Have I pushed it too much? Dare...

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What? Bomb Palestinian women and children Because Hamas and Cheese are hiding In people’s basements like a sack of potatoes, Moldy boxes, and dirt? Wait! Hamas is down there They’re everywhere, In the water In the air In the people’s underwear So bomb, bomb, bomb we go Gently down the street Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily Life’s now blasted meat That’s called proportionality! Why? The U.S. dollar needs a war, To grow, to...

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My heart is a charcoal gray With silver specks in the sun Tomorrow is New Year's Day And this old year, my dear, is done A bit of moss on the north knoll The hills of my heart burrowed through And I'm cramming hope in the holes Just like the woodpeckers do....

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Snug in the corner I saw the lad lie, Fire in his belly, a cork in his eye; And wordlessly sleeping, a-snooze in his bed, His words, when awakened, go straight to your head. Alluring to look at, golden is he, There when you need him as sure as can be; And anxious to aid you, he doesn't think twice, The cost...

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Whole wheat and pita. French, white, rye, and tortilla. And pumpernickel....

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Comin Thro the Rye by Robert Burns modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Oh, Jenny's all wet, poor body, Jenny's seldom dry; She's draggin' all her petticoats Comin' through the rye. Comin' through the rye, poor body, Comin' through the rye. She's draggin' all her petticoats Comin' through the rye. Should a body meet a body Comin' through the rye, Should a body kiss...

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Gray sky on rye bread Seasoned to taste, rain or snow ~ Bites when the wind blows...

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by Mark Miller © 08/17/2016 Sable of night repeals our Hidden mirrored abuse Puzzle pieces draw out Fancy flights made bliss Can't you hear as fear Drowns the solar rain gray Shapely holes alone stray Grasping for future hour riffs In hybrid blue the blood wrap clause Selling ink stains historic loss Under lanterns light we gather Stoic streets of concrete keep It's...

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When growing up my twin brother and I would get up early for breakfast while our mom was trying to get some sleep from her graveyard shift at the hospital as a nurse. We would meet in our kitchen on Saturday mornings and sprinkle sugar over rye bread which was our version of a hearty meal while watching cartoons and wild west shows...

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