Shanked Poems - Poems about Shanked

...I hear folks say it, “Love is love,” a mantra they like to repeat, it’s said with such vapid sureness you’d think it was bleatings of sheep. But if you stop to think of it, turn the thought over......Read the rest...

......Jack couldn’t believe such nonsense, said, “You’re not a shrink, you’re insane. I’ve been a farmer all my life, And no one has cut on my brain.” Johns handed him a new picture, it was Jack ......Read the rest...

...Arid, bony-shanked carapace. Shiny, weathered patina tells of desolation, Belies any promise of richness; Yet when inverted, Becoming regal. A tatty, crown implies The ancient purport. T......Read the rest...

...II-Marie It was two full days after this charade when Marie was told the grim news, her ex-husband had been shanked in prison, killed by two illegal alien youths. When she went down to the f......Read the rest...

...Grip it, rip it, stick it. Bombed it, flopped it, topped it too. Stay, sit, slice, scoot, Run, kick, roll, draw, Carry, fly, die, spin, Watch the little ball go in. Hop, get up, get down, ......Read the rest...

...She was born from the belly of Mother Nature And kept to become A mother of many moons and many stars The whole solar system shanked by her existence From the Gods Igigi’s Anunnaki’s Titians an......Read the rest...

...Surrounded by hate and negativity This world is cruel only because they shape it to be No one ever said life would be a breeze I must kill my monster I MUST KILL THESE MONSTERS IN MY LIFE They......Read the rest...

...Doesn't matter what my name is. Certain types of men do certain types of things. Like join a terrorist group coz they believe they're right. I've been inside with them. ......Read the rest...

...Most common folk may know of this To be an act of despicable excess A wasteful plea of conjured sin A loathing grouse peppered with joy and the sting of relentless ugly The dignity of the soul wh......Read the rest...

...When we first met here, it didn’t have such a dead feeling like it does now. This place used to have a soul, it used to be alive. Now it stands alone like a nameless grave. Forgotten and empty. Isn’t......Read the rest...

...This Poem Was Written In Math Class Passing Notes Between My Best Friend Jess (Rain) And I...Its Dedicated To John Hauser And Justice Hoffman. The Savages Of Our Hearts. It Starts With Her And Go......Read the rest...

...This Poem Was Written In Math Class Passing Notes Between My Best Friend Brooke And I...Its Dedicated To John Hauser And Justice Hoffman. The Savages Of Our Hearts. It Starts With Her And Goes To......Read the rest...