Slink Poems - Poems about Slink

...The Shed... was Granddad's before he died. And now its loneliness reached out to the boy from the shaded, shuffling shadows that shushed the sheltered garden. They pulled and tugged at his gu......

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...I am a cat, at home I’m Ollie But fellow cats know real name “Intrepid Vic”, I dig that, golly Grey tiger, finest at his game I am the boss around here Them humans lacking any wit In house of......

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...hands steady, painting days wanning now wearing shades of hours clocks run blind tocs, with tics wildly lying months lurk like monks or thugs, deeply hooded in a guise of weeks muttering ridicul......

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... The flatline walk between two — On each side, the little girl; Night nears to crush bones — The woman beneath sheets, On each side, the little girl — She's straining even on wings; Night ne......

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... Ever sunk so low that mellow hits Your dreams cascade directly from the sky Cavities of the underground cushion The world splits into primary colours Stretching of limbs a forever of blissful ......

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... Written: January 17, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh "What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others."Quote ......

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...Violet Haze (Sequel to The Raven) You twirl your hair like Death indeed, And like to sit back and watch my poems bleed. My love and sorrow, all for you, You know I never slink out of the blu......

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...The hammers that my hands became once reached so desperately to be held I'm surprised they don't remember the shape, that they've changed so much. My mouth sang songs once. My heart beat for e......

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...Hooray for Captain Spaulding... though he played only a cameo role helping me secure corrective eyewear I sport mucho gratitude to all parties involved including the missus, cuz she needed to ......

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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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...your asks, it's mine to claim and own, a dark, sweet prize, let it be known. grasp your bosom, and rip it apart, feast on its remains, like a dark, twisted art. amour, it's a curse, a po......

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...Hes only moving forward Every moment framed like novelty He scrubs but the memories remain Cant wash away the lingering pain If he's the shepherd will we rally? Well you would choose to sleep ......

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...something black and low to the ground slinked out of the woods today I barely caught glimpses of it because it slid from bush to bush was it a miniature puma? a tiny ebony black-beauty-like horse? ......

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...The con man wears a greasy, porcelain grin trumpets like a swan but the soul of a raven. From paper mâché pulpit. he'll surely sling thrice tainted blood drops passed off as gems. His complime......

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...Often I bid angels go at sunset, Often I prefer the kill, Kill of plastic face, Kill of child's toys burning, Burning sleeves, Burning like Paris in my tongue, Tongue fluent in sweet apple, T......

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