Slag Poems - Poems about Slag

...It must have been made and rejected in times grinding gears – a knobby irregularity, a leftover of smelt and dross. This is all there is a gobbet of oven clinker, but behind it I sense crack......

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... moon … beams that burn - that turn my surgings to slag my teeth to serrations, hungering … can those silly sentients not see the verity in my veneration, you? do they truly think it’s only......

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... Just how green is my valley Below those dark satanic hills? How many familial bones Lay there molding to greyish dust? Do the words of my forefathers Echo on beyond my ancient head... So......

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...Does your world hang low? Does your humour ebb and flow? Do you feel like you’re a flop And you’re drowning down below? Are your moods like running water Won’t stay stable when they ough......

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...Our Maureen sits, At an old kitchen table She’d say: “I love you,” If she were able But she missed her chance, And took to the bottle She cried herself sober, And ran back to her hovel She ......

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...My wish is to make it into an anthology I've framed thought with gold leaf and slag buffed them into positive and negative action. At times I've both bullied and buttressed the weak trimmed away ......

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...I've traipsed down a cobble of your path. If you're ever lost, forgotten or misstep I'll surely spruce up a room for you. It'll be on the mundane -humble side but safe-warm and welcoming like i......

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... Brother stream was my closest friend. sifting from my slag a few shinning gems. Putting the shine back into my heart after our dear mother departed. Brother stream, gently kneaded his sig......

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... Readers note; Wrote this story concept five years ago. Have an additional fifty pages if interest spikes. The Charcoal Man; Part One Cohen & I were sitting in class whilst Mrs. Knooman picked......

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...Dark Upon the Soul Deep upon the river dreary, thoughts within a mind so weary. Screaming cries to a tortured soul, miseries sorrow takes its toll. Upon the deepest darkest night, f......

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... Written: December 12, 2023, For Shadow Hamilton Contest _______________________________________ People can only thrive on this wealth scale With undying faith, we admir......

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...Dead End Street He is waiting in the dark In the smoky dark under the railway sidings. He is nervous in the black In the black of the black slag piles. He lights a cigarette and breathes out ......

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...Hes ing homeless, you see him there don't ignore that starved groak glare, You can see that he's got an empty cup in his hand he looks hungry and you're now aware, He has no shirt on his back no s......

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...It's not a crime to be alone. You barely survived the turbulence that mimicked a pair of pretty blue eyes. That turned into blanks of abuse. You thought he was "the one", until "it" finally cam......

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...Blue collared dice are tossed into fire lake. Void of sevens and angels. Heaven never seemed so far away- Our collective innocents... stuck on a glue strip of daddy's latest bad trip. Hung fr......

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