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Shirttails Poems - Poems about Shirttails


They Are Hurting

...Shield yourself
the flying monkeys are hurting.

They want casualties,
they want recognition,
fame,
and it has to be you
that made then so furious and sad,
it is you they blame.

God helps ...
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Categories: shirttails, poetry,
Form: Free verse

A Flogging Rain

...We carry small talk above our heads, ceilings drip clouds.
Nothing is put away.  Coats dangle over chairs in layers.
Drugged by spate and mizzle, denim droops, 
snagged over rummage
and the outst...
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Categories: shirttails, poetry,
Form: Free verse



We Meet In Parts

...I have been following the trails
of familial footsteps;
the moon-daze of nights long gone,
threads of ways lost.

Where sky and dust merge
I see your lineage and kin,
their names are under my ...
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Categories: shirttails, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberMy Dirty White Dress

...Today I was walking barefooted, 
After a heavy thunderstorm had passed thru,
I was wearing a beautiful white cotton dress. 

I suddenly stumbled upon a puddle,
A beautiful muddy puddle, I was in...
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Categories: shirttails, april, childhood, creation, fun,
Form: Free verse

Where We Meet

...I have been following the trails 
of familial ghosts;
watching the dusky horizon, 
the moonrise,
the gilings of ways taken and lost.

Where sky and dust merge
you also may see your lineage and...
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Categories: shirttails, poetry,
Form: Free verse



Premium MemberCycle of Hate

...Angry men quarrel
While boys pull at shirttails-
Ominous cycle....
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Categories: shirttails, hate, war,
Form: Haiku

Generation ***

...Generation ***
(Another Name for Gen Y(My Generation)

Beer goggles and Whiskey Rivers,
Pain numbing remedies that exude depression,
Marijuana oxygen and pain killer shivers,
Innocent faces wit...
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Categories: shirttails, education, introspection, life, people,
Form: Sonnet

Shirttails

...Son, would you tuck in your shirttail
Was something often heard
At home when I was a youngster
With harsher action inferred

My otherwise kind hearted Mother
Had shirttails as a pet peeve
That...
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Categories: shirttails, funny, mother,
Form: Cowboy Poetry

Book: Reflection on the Important Things