Smashing Poems - Poems about Smashing

( a college life vignette) It’s Thursday morning, usually no one’s favorite, but this one seems sugary new, as if beamed in from a different, better universe. The clouds look fluffy and freshly washed. Even the freshmen, who’re everywhere, multiplied, as if they’d been cloned overnight, seem less dramatic with their endless droning-on about insignificant political points. Could...

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I’ve entered a productive phase with tasks at home, not turns of phrase. There’s plenty jobs I’m getting done, but writing sonnets isn’t one. I have the skills, although they’re hard; perhaps I need some leotards. The bard wore those and so I might at least look smashing in my tights....

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Smashing slashing gnashing storm at sea Tossed the ships, sailors, Sammy, Elise and me. We clung to the rudder and the wheel too But she tossed us around like we weighed an ounce or two Hold on! The first mate yelled to the skipper. I can’t! He yelled, as the storm gave us a new ripper. The skies opened up and...

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a smashing success - diamonds and emeralds in the jaws of thieves left to sweep up shards of glass eyes wet and red as rubies ...

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I guess in the old days, rules were made for a reason. Now, attention getters gone amuck like beings in a quiet room with a loud crashing season. Especially when your once best friend, Takes a hammer to God’s high ceiling of moral class. And their once, high written poetry is now an attraction for poetic, immoral trash. ...

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once a young pumpkin named bill yearned for a bigger life thrill though lacking in feet he'd roll down a street into the nearest car grille....

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O' Woman ! You are not some Damsel in Distress , And Surely no less than an Empress . Never Let Patriarchy Wither your Madness, Isn't it Minute for all the Life and Gladness ? The time has come to awaken the Inner Goddess in You, For the Audacity often comes out of the Blue. Now You...

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To help with frustrations that build Some creative types made and then filled A piñata to hang Then to smash with a bang But these folks were amazingly skilled. Their piñatas, from which candy spilled, Had a shape which we all would want stilled. With a Covid design, Looking far from benign, Coronatas are how they are billed. Wouldn’t any of us be just thrilled If...

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Do you wilt in someone else’s shadow Do you fawn in someone else’s praise Do you rise in someone else’s dawn Do you fly with someone else’s wings Can you break the chains that hold you Can you smash the mirror of regret Can you kill the demon of envy Can you end the bondage —free at last (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)...

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We were bloody. Bearing the weight of a gaping moon like young Titans- full of arrogant imagination. We ran, hellbent. House after house playing tricks- casting spells with veracious foolishness. That first pumpkin was my stepfather. I watched as his carved out grimace became the nothingness I was determined to fill with chaos. I screamed the lyrics to...

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Free, de genie Philosophy Rising Sun Deserting Rain Flying the fox. Smash degenerate Flying above me. Trust him. One, I say One. No more of this suffering. Tranctual System I can't move But I run....

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We seem to be in cycle of bad luck, And with the number of broken mirrors that I have noticed lately, Not counting car mirrors, (I hope they don't count), Because if they do we will be in a seven year cycle of bad luck, Til forever. I wonder if that is the cause. All I know is that life...

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As people cheer, the birthday girl Swipes fingers at the cake. A glob of frosting coats her hand But this is no mistake. For after all the singing And the candles have been blown, The birthday baby gets a cake To smash that's hers alone. It's part of a tradition When a child is turning 1; As chocolate's smeared on face and clothes, We...

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How many days to raise this pumpkin From the seed, in which I sowed I gave it water, and I fed it As everyday I'd watch it grow There were nights, I was frighten That I'd lose it to the frost In the past, it'd come early And found it hard to bare the loss I'm not quiet sure, how people feel About...

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Situating within the mindfuls chamber This searching of reasons incubator Nothing is concrete to explain away an absolute Truth: a maze in muse ? Daunting perhaps if it meant much at all Just killing time as waiting for tomorrow's flight Been sitting at this terminal most of my life Here how and why I arrived amid such a place ? Burning eyes set...

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