Slumped Poems - Poems about Slumped

...The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood four to two, with but an inning left to play. And when Cooney fell at first, and Barrows met the same, A hush of sorrow......

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...His head slumped low and he looked like a most unhappy man, said, “My peoples’ laws forbid it, both of us would be hanged.” She rolled her eyes and said, “I’ not talking laws of this earth, I know......

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...And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our American Cousin," Presiden......

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...They gather where the signs hang crooked, under gaslight glare and broken clocks, where the barkeep’s eyes are twin shot glasses— fogged, but watching. Gin Lane rolls in on tired boots, her la......

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...In the dim-lit dusk of a shattered world, where shadows gather but souls do not meet, I wandered—a hollow echo of Virgil’s path— between the ruins of ambition and ash. “This is the way the worl......

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...They come with pockets full of sunshine, yellow pills like dying stars, scattered along Kensington’s broken spine— this avenue of hollow breaths and burnt-out dreams. Neon signs flicker in the ......

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...*Vaaz= vase You offered roses delivered thorns, blood drips and your body adorns ~ Slumped, soaked in crimson your heart forever mine, retribution has come, my bloody valentine—by Poet ......

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...My exam is over and everyone is plugged in on phones earbuds in, except for him, who sleeps, slumped on desk, bag in front with me the only one who can hear him snoring. ......

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...The vague and the abstract turned into a contract, adrenaline junkies, now joined in a dare. With hands up, no screaming, they’d both go careening, defying gravity at the State Fair. W......

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...J.J. sat quietly in the library, Thumbing through a stack of books, looking quite contrary— Jack Be Nimble, Jack Sprat, Little Jack Horner, and Jack and Jill, Sifting through, trying not to make n......

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...When I was little, life was supposed to be filled with laughter, sticky fingers from melting ice cream, and afternoons lost in make-believe, toy cars and plastic dinosaurs battling in the living ......

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... The disgruntled mess of a boy slumped over his diary ——————experiment 4————————— If you are reading this I might be dead So as far as I can see I seem to aging at a normal It seems to degr......

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... The disgruntled mess of a boy slumped over his diary ——————experiment 4————————— If you are reading this I might be dead So as far as I can see I seem to aging at a normal It seems to degr......

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...No one lit a match. no lamp spilled, the air kept kindling its hot heart, it pulsed red all day The heat-heavy evening slumped toward a simmering earth, clouds began to roil, they swirled, ......

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... I realized with tearful eye all my friends had left or died Thinking I was now alone I slumped down on a bitter throne When I awoke a voice was calling from somew......

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