Scrapyard Poems - Poems about Scrapyard

...I AM A DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SURVIVOR I'LL NEVER EVER BE HIS VICTIM AGAIN I'LL NEVER EVER MISS THE STENCH OF ANGER RAGE VIOLENT OUTBURST THE SPITTING WHEN HE YELLED SCREAMED AMAZING I SURVIVED AFTER RETU......

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...As I awakened to the night terrors again it's 3am. I know I'm being monitored in my own home Ciro Gargano installs cameras to watch my every movement in order to know when I write in my journal he br......

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...Oh I'll make my metal croak and creak, As it rusts And rots - Powdered orange dust For as a child I wished to water A garden of vines and blooming trees. And now I remember My dreams geared ......

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...Hard-chromed and brutally alloyed he fed the scrapyard hurricane. Melting the metal, his brawn enjoyed the splash of sweat cooling the pain. The weight of the world discarded at the foot of hi......

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...I've just said goodbye to my van, I shouldn't really cry I'm a man. There wasn't really much I could do, All the knocks and scrapes we've been through. These last couple of years you've been sat ......

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...Release the shelter of bare feet, rhinestones on big toes sparkle. The tentacle-shine of sunwheat on the scrapyard-swig of river. Like a sunflower, the mudlark shuts her eyes, c......

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...In the scrapyard Abandoned and forlorn Sunburned lackluster paint Scavengers’ delight Headlights dashboard fins Leather seats and Glistening rims long gone Nothing to do but reminisce The g......

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...Walton’s Scrapyard Mr Walton was our local scrap man He wore a great big hat His yard was squeezed between Two terraced houses And I was always amazed at that The yard was full of junk Ru......

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...Wombles In Space (Split Into two parts because I suddenly got all Limericky ) Part One The Wombles are not worldly wise They look to the ground not the skies They got on a trai......

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...I remember lying thinking about about the past, I remember the day that should have been my last. I remember how close I came to my dying moment, I remember how it was in that horrible scrapyard, ......

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...A spirit flies alone there's no love true without saying goodbye soul searching deeply without sacrifice your gone walking golden sands inside the heart all wars are won Hand in hand slowly s......

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...The once sleek lines of this defender of the nation Now rusting and tired in a forgotten heap. Where once it braved angry storms and gunfire Now defeated by little more than dripping rain This ......

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...The black side of a life betrayal and choked dreams Cries of pain that are locked into their souls Evil twistfate deals aches and screams Inside darkened dungeons filled with peril and woe ......

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...The black side of a life betrayal and choked dreams Cries of pain that are locked into their souls Evil twistfate deals aches and screams Inside darkened dungeons filled with peril and woe ......

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...Blue cold awakening in tears of darkness falling within the eyes Inner vision clouds the sky unheard words spoken within the soul In the scrapyard of the mind sitting on the tip si......

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