Short Hole In The Ground Poems
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So what did Trump do with the gold?
"Why nothing at all!" we are told
If nothing was found
That hole in the ground
Leaves taxpayers out in the cold!
I know a hole in the ground is not the end
I pray dear Lord forgive me of my sin
The end of the fence I can see
Heaven is where I want to be
So many people I want to see again
There's a big Buttinski running around
King 'Mind Your Business' he should be crowned
On offense, he attacks
Good attitude, he lacks
He's digging a deeper hole in the ground
On the second Punxsutawney Phil could not be found
Appears he had abandoned his hole in the ground
But they found a note
He was going by boat
Seems the stress was too much; he was Miami bound
it's just a hole
A hole in the ground
Rough sided with stone
Deep enough
Long enough
Coarse clumped earth moulded expectantly round its edges
It's just a hole
A hole in the ground
In which we'll put my whole life.
stick my bones
in a hole
in the ground
fill it in with dirt
cover it with sky
and sun
and
let the rains
dance
on me
go away my dear
go near
or far from here
let those who knew me
know
to just
let
the
grass and me
grow free
Hydrangeas bloom along the groomed path
at sightly times, and roses, pert and dark,
ring with wedding bells and shadowed veils.
The black hole, in the ground, where she fell in
— petals perpetually mixed with virgin soil.
6/15/2018
When you walk on the road
it's smart to gaze down
How else would you know
there's a hole in the ground
Yet please don't forget
to raise your eyes to the skies
whence all your help comes ~
Salvation's neither dust nor crumbs
Two monkeys laughed their heads off in a tree.
It was because of the sight they did see.
There was a hole in the ground.
Three moles scratched and jumped around.
They were bitten by a lunatic flea.
© October 9, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
I used to live in Dark Shadows
Abutting the cemetery
My wife and her lover plotted
An hole in the ground for me
As grave as it is to decrypt
They vaulted me into a tomb
On which my dear wife had chiselled,
"Good gracious! Here lies you know whom!"
Silver lightening bolts taze the sky
Gun powder
casualties and yesterday
litter the ground
fear runs it’s own game
choking on desert dust
never thinking of living
in a hole in the ground
soldiers sleep in a cool pit
soldiers die in cold pits of hell
Fingers worn and bloody
Digging a hole in the ground
What am I looking for?
What needs to be found?
Hours go by; I am so tired and sore
I cannot stop; I am obsessed by this hole that I continue to bore
What is so important down here?
What do I need to see?
I found it!!
Just some bones
They belong to me
It takes a village to dig a hole in the ground,
it takes an engineer to know where.
Point is extended families keep children safe
holes in the ground, like politicians,
end up dangerous and useless
and talk about ‘it takes’ and ‘villages’
is just a dumb way of saying,
that the air that we breath, and water we drink
can be purified by talking crap.
Today’s been named World Toilet Day
So we should be aware
That lots of people have no place
To plop their derriere.
If you have ever traveled to
A site where you must squat
Above a deep hole in the ground –
You’d wish that you had not!
It’s sad for those in poverty
Who do not yearn for plush,
But would be thrilled if they, like us,
Had access to a flush.
in the bushes underneath a torn-up vine
I found Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum sublime
They did not speak to me, but spoke to each other
I told them I was going to tell my mother
Tweedle Dee bit me on the shin, and his brother jumped in
They were devil dervishes, then they took a chunk of my chin
I was screaming away for someone to save me that day
But a hole in the ground opened and they whisked me away
Did you wear your life out;
did you use it all up
—what are you saving it for
We’re all running headlong
toward a hole in the ground
—that the past and future insure
Are you stuck on tomorrow
lost in wishes of things
—hoping there’s still more to come
Will your headstone bring sorrow
to those mourning your loss
—inscribing what never got done
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)
I grasp hold of reality and manage to pull myself out of this hole in the ground I was put in by others actions verbal and physical but time is cruel to me as I make progress my mind decides to be very sensitive to thoughts as I go through out my day thoughts reenter my mind and send me into an enraged downward spiral making me a very dangerous object to others and mostly myself save me stop this get it out just let me be happy
Thoughts are laying eggs
Ideas about to hatch
Got throbbing a headache
Hands sucess to catch...
My mind is an illegitimate child
I brood so many children
They carry a dangerous mind
My feet about to scratch...
A hole in the ground
Future goals to next
Counted before they hatch
Here my failures to nest...
In my sleep they light a match
Turn my dreams into ashes
They burn as I helplessly watch
All my unfulfilled wishes...
The depraved will dig a hole in the ground
As under the crust's of hell they are bound
The Wrath of God will hold them to the fire
Behold the time of the False Christ's desire
The falling away should come and is near
The time to forget hope and learn to fear
Now the devil opens and spreads his wings
For the end time has come for bitter things
So does the wicked mourn a passing bell
Surely their fate lies in the depths of hell
Drip, drip
Drip, drip
Melts the soiled soul onto
A dusty field of abandon
Fenced in by human limbed pickets
Yanked from the graves
Of broken hearts
Skeletal branched silhouettes
Clatter above the bloodless
Hole in the ground
The Ravens hide in the shadows
The shadows hide behind stone crops
The crops provide bountiful skulls
What is the illusion without a live audience?
Who, or what heard the solemn incantation of
Abra-Cadaver?
don’t push me over
the floor is slippery
a sheen of black oil
why can’t you see?
the hole in the ground
through the carpet
my heart at the bottom
still beating i think
i’m trying to run
legs growing heavy
melting inside my skin
looking over my shoulder
eyes branding me
dripping off
the back of my head
down my body
under my feet
head hitting the floor
eyes shining black
hole in your soul
my heart in your fist
still beating i think
Three men are digging a hole in the ground
Their supervisor is casually standing around
A bystander is not making the slightest sound
No precious pirates’ treasure will soon astound.
Dirt brought up beneath is forming a mound
One says a jackhammer is needed to pound
Hard limestone rock is starting to confound
Six feet down will lie remains of a renowned.
HONORABLE MENTION
Written June 19, 2021
For “This or That, Vol. 4” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
It is pointless to write with dull pencils
When a pen keeps the sheep safe at night.
And water can flow from a hole in the ground
As long as the spring’s not too tight.
Cargo is sent from a shipyard
But a shipment can go out by car.
A wise man is often superior
But a wise guy is usually subpar
Tonight I will drive down the parkway,
Yet park in the driveway at home.
No wonder I can’t speak this language
It only makes sense in a poem!
© Dean Wood
Oct. 26, 2017
giant hole in the ground
I think of course snake
dragon emerges with barely a sound
frightened, I start to shake
at two a.m. the dragon flies back in
how did he fit into that hole for goodness sakes?
I look down and his giant green eye gives me a grin.
I smell the aroma of a giant clam bake
are you okay down there? I yell to my dragon.
He gives me a wings up, and I settle down.
The next afternoon there are baked clams in my wagon.
And I am bragging about him all over town.