Slicked Poems - Poems about Slicked

... Tangled Up in Blue We met by a river, or maybe a crowded street, the exact light fading, the year doesn't matter much now. You were talking to someone, a shadow maybe, or just to yourself, a......

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...Neon’s radioactive glow in a window, offers the cheap promise of pleasure. Like a hypnotic, fluorescent serpent, It flashes, blinks and winks - “Welcome” It fairly slithers on rain-slicked boul......

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...Ramparts of the castle? Slicked well with rain or blood? Ask the master's vassal. His veins have caused a flood... Well. Is that so? Don't you know? Steady as we go. Carrion, feed well each c......

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... A newscaster, with hair slicked and bright, Said, "Tonight's headlines, a curious sight!" He read from the screen, Of a dancing bean scene, Then tripped on his teleprompter, mid-flight. ©b......

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...Bound by the Streets, where the poor Class prevails, With Cold, hardened hearts, some are born by jail With slicked-back hair and a comb in our hands, We Greasers survive in a rough, Tough land T......

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...(Snaps fingers rhythmically, leans into the mic) Ninety. X. Underground/ The hiss of the tape, a constant companion/ Atmospheric pressure, a concrete room, sweat slicked on foreheads, illuminated......

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...Laura Norder took her gun and strapped it to her thigh The skirt she wore was so damned short she had to strap it high And stood there on the corner where the street lamps dare not tread She waite......

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... In the crevices of a tired town, roaches scuttle under moonlit sighs, their dinky bodies torn by shadows that shroud the crumbling edges of life. A cat lounges, indifferent, i......

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... Watching his paws twitch as he watches the raindrops explode just beyond our shelter Bobs his head towards me as oils slicked skies are cracked by spoons and forks of lightning The after......

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...I do. 1. Mom always told me about the guy on a white horse Who opens the door with a peck and little noise Holds my hand in public and always says the best things Lifts me ......

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...Climate Change Haiku by Michael R. Burch late November: climate skeptics scoff but the geese no longer migrate. The King of Beasts in the Museum of the Extinct by Michael R. Burch Th......

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...Their human ma and pa were spark out in reclining chairs But Rum and Raisin watched the TV with enraptured stares The western had just ended with the credits rolling past And Raisin said, “That gu......

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...The ancient jagged rocks stand, like black sentinels along the waterside, Protecting the land from the continuous raging tide. They are perpetually black, either slicked with water or as a sharp ......

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...In whispered realms where passion thrives, Two souls entwine in moonlit dives. Upon a canvas of stars above, They paint their tale through kisses and love. Soft lips collide like petals' grace,......

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...This fashion is in, that one is out narrow waists with baggy knees Wide lapels and razor-thin ties Who knows what will be Slicked-back ducktails top off muscle t-shirts hop......

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