Slog Poems - Poems about Slog

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...A thirst for walking shoes tightens ankle bones – it would be sure enough a miracle if for at least one morning I could parachute out of my own inner attic to make a soft landing into lighter th......

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...Well what the Dickens is going on? My choice as the greatest scribe and voice of our tribe Charles not himself a cricketing man but definitely a fan Twas…the tale of two skippers and two cities ......

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... Demagogue not pedagogue Aghast & agog Perfidious insidious fog Reeks of the past Slog through the smog Musk seeks to flog Earth & its serfs Downed & drowned In his dystopian......

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...Belladonna blue. Scenes in a mystery, do. Hope, need ye accrue? Indeed! Heart, why bleed? Lead? Others or ye? Be! Sea; Four seasons; change? Strange... Cold core, darkest door? Ancient lor......

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... Written: February 27, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Justin Bordner Quote By Rumi: "Shut your eyes so the heart may become your eye, and with that vision look upon another world"......

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...My boyfriend Peter’s like smoke, he’s elusive. He doesn’t always carry his phone. There’s a crosswalk in Tokyo, it’s in all the movies. The light changes and hundreds of people walking in differen......

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...Still wrestling with impasse to contentment Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog just me and mine dark shadow slinking along outer limits of the edge of night doth blog passivity, the p......

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... Ripping nostalgia right out of my veins Crippled curtains living in psycho domains We demolished this city not just this city the World I can't live slow enough to get to pretend People go craz......

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...The window holds no joy anymore There's no need for knocks on my door My time, my hesitation subsides Life's true mystery, no longer hides My bed is my jail, my cage today My reason to be, I m......

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...I am the quiet, rolling fog, With misty drops, I wish to clog, The air in hopes with you I might, Impair your mind and sense of sight. I come at night so not to warn, So that you’ll find me in......

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...Plank or axle Poem Lionel Derbyshire Two lad's halted child And men mature bolted out One chose the plank The other the axle They laboured hard For the slog on commission They had to do T......

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...This day in the deep country, the sky it is high, blue, and vertical, with no hand holds, nor anything for the eye to cling to. In the city we don't get 'big sky, we get pencil thin ray......

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...("A Migration of Ghosts", 2023, original encaustic) A Journey of Souls Collectively and alone We struggle and slog Each in our own world A particle on the wave. There is nothing mo......

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...When relationships face an uphill slog and bike's battery is flat as well, take on the four spokes real deal, bespoken. The first to speak is 'what'. What is it, that makes you want to shout o......

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