Silo Poems - Poems about Silo

...Cheap ale pools in a Styrofoam cup. She’s barefoot in gravel, anklet flashing beneath the floodlamps. Pickup window ajar, radio blaring “Friends in Low Places.” Her jeans slung low, hips ma......

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...From the trenches of the dark underground into the sewers of the slumworld, a place terrified with the pain of fear, gripped from their minds unto their souls, they are afraid of the outside world, a......

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...The ILLUSION of a TIMELESS SILENCE Drenched the RUSTIC creaking barn Its tortured wind scarred face Snarling at the SWIRLING winds A lonely BLOSSOM sprouts atop a fencepost Mice scurry about a......

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...My car-ride silence is not judging you; maybe me, but certainly and more generously unconditionally not angry or shaming or blaming you for unpardonable sins against sainted me. With you ......

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...I just finished flipping the calendar to March I keep a paper one hanging on my kitchen wall despite everything being digital I’m old school some would say How is it each day I’m at work every ......

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...When ‘He’ decides to destroy one and all I’ll spend my last day in this old snooker hall My cue in one hand and a beer in the other I’ll play my last game with my dad and my brother ......

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...Microlight When they appeared, we were like, “What …the?” motorcycles dangling from multi-coloured wings, animated comic book scene blond wisps racing at leisure in deliberate mid-morning bree......

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...Red hot and cool Green peace passions bring us to this sacred synergetic EarthTime More dialogue regenerative when cooperative so more redundantly competitive when endless debate degenerativ......

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...She whips and whirrs, wild and wanton Gaia’s grasses nearly come out of the earth She is in a frenzy, stirring things up and away At first it is scarves and paper plates, then there is an eerie ca......

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...The squeak of rubber is the crunch of snow Under the steps of my winter boots As I walk through the Below Zero And when the day breaks The air itself is as white as if One is looking through m......

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...Augur Auger David J Walker It was all in the spelling Actually An e here or a u there And the foreshadowing’s Changed in strange Rearrangements After all, as a young augur What was ......

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... Should hearts obey man or God? This is so dirt simple — Two sheaf ears in a pacifist pod Fear thee anthem thunder more than the firmament lightning rod? There’s no question which......

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... Every flower has its own color With annual observation, this we springtime discover Give a womb kernel cede of acknowledgment To the spectrum birthright of each other We are all o......

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... As the ink dries swiftly, peer into the invisible thoughts these poet eyes see Blink blink The world is on the brink, following dire voices that speak darkly Many underg......

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...There’s a place called The Lane, that time forgot. In the center of towering green trees sits a survivor of time, one lone ruin, a stone silo. Specter of the farm that once graced......

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