Short Squelching Poems
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Men grabbing spears,
feet squelching in the mud,
people whispering,
spears entering the deer,
red blood pouring,
deer dying,
peoples' bellies filling.
By Lewis.
Damp sound of squelching grass
beneath my feet
ushers bright dew soaked morn
on wild green plot
of tangled twigs, stalks, leafs
where young lambs bleat
and blather without rein
in frisky trot!
We are all dying
I did not know I was
Until today
It is not a doctor’s prognosis
It’s not a disease
It’s not having people
Sheltering in place
Is taking my joy
Squelching my happiness
This is how people die right?
Silence
Mute, Speechless
Squelching, Repressing, Squashing
Tranquility, Serenity, Oblivion, Calmness
Speaking, Talking, Sounding
Loud, Thunderous
Noise
A stored ripening sunlight,
opens veins under wet sods.
We are conveyed on the thaw,
upon the guttering soil
through the squelching narrows
of wayside hedgerows.
Spring mops and sops,
breezes furbish,
unlock a pearly dew
to melt the frosted prints
of paws and claws.
some survivors attempt to annihilate their tragic past
squelching their worst memories
slaying glimpses of hurt as fiercely as they can
eradicating smells and sights that remind them of their abuse
others cannot recall their childhoods at all
having successfully erased it from their memories
so they can tolerate their life
Mud cracks its teeth.
Roots crunch and seep
a stored sunlight.
There are open veins
under wet sods.
We are conveyed above the melt
on guttering rapids
through the narrows
of squelching hedgerows
toward the drumming
of new-sprouted stems.
Winter thaws in hollows,
pushes heat into slick droplets
for the sip and swallow
of greening throats.
Mud cracks its teeth.
Roots crunch and seep.
A stored ripening sunlight,
open veins under wet sods.
We are conveyed above the melt,
on guttering rapids,
through the narrows
of squelching hedgerows.
Paws soak in a sparkle of dew.
Winter thaws in hollows,
pushes heat into slick droplets,
into the sip and tipple
of as yet untrodden stems.
Who are you,
Staring into my window
Where cinders block the
Birds from flying
Into my shadow
That erases sunshine
From grunge porches
Or squelching mechanisms
Of desire?
Was that face born into you
Like some unfortunate disease?
Or did you choose it like the pink m&m’s
Over the brown.
Because I wouldn’t have chosen it.
Shadows erase sunshine like
Rubber-gum over excess pencil—
Not pen.
The yellow sun rises high in the sky,
All the villagers are waking,
Blue birds singing from high up in their nests,
Weapon grabbing ready for their trip,
Lonely animals getting tracked down,
All men sneaking,
Animal has been spotted,
Spears flying towards the creature,
Squelching flesh tearing apart,
Animal rapidly dying,
Everyone enjoying their feast,
People slowly doze off into a calm relaxed sleep.
By Chloe
Wild are the free ones
Freedom's no place for the timid
The free ones live wildly
And the Wild has no limits
Fighters are the free ones
Never squelching what they've earned
Rising from the ashes
Of the broken dreams they've burned
The free ones live loudly
Freedom doesn't whisper
Not concerned who sees or hears
Free functioning transistors
The wild ones live freely
Despite what the world becomes
Free are the wild ones;
Wild are the free ones