Smeared Poems - Poems about Smeared

Revolution triumphs with hope to replace the monstrous organs that only ate but never really wanted to function. But if that hope is not equipped to fill the void with precision plans and control then revolution will get smeared as ridiculous, cause further pain and deadly destruction. (09.24.2024)...

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I came upon a blood smeared road Of flesh and skin and crushed bone I collected the vision of what it could be Piecing together deaths mystery The town appeared shovel in hand Scraped the remains threw down sand I said a simple prayer For the bloodstained smear ...

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** A Poetry Avalanche ** Goodness! Lord! I’m on a roll this morning! The poetry keeps coming — nearly torturing! My keypad arm and fingers are alrady so tired… It’s as if The address of poetry were On fire! — With every poem present there retreating From the inspirations wrought from burning memories, preferring The refreshing lure of ...

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The cigarette sparks Though small were non-bargaining They turned cargoes into cinders Thick smoke Circling into the air Before the fire engine arrived While some flames still lingered Amongst smoking debris The last wall crumbled And hollow darkness occupied The spaces left Amidst the fire remains The smeared poles and pillars Some people started collecting any valuables In the miserable debris Before the police arrived Sad to say The...

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The mosquitoes raid The human's palms defend Oh, it's too swift for The palms that cannot fly Slap, slap, slap The palms got one Oh, the palms too are smeared with blood This greedy mosquito Full of human blood Is too heavy to fly...

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From snow-smeared meadows Sprouting, I see green windows, Whence fresh blossoms smile, Inspiring my saddened heart, My mind plays Cupid awhile. ______________________________ Tanka |26.05.2021| Poet’s note: I saw a beautiful picture, a lovely photograph actually, and these thought and emotions arose in me...

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Some choices to make While some to impose Among them is little choice What can smear your soul?? Many answers were heard Loudest of Blood Followed by Greed Then came hatred Accompanied with Pain Out of all the chaos Still could be heard Some whispers of grief Some whispers of love I choose sate For it brings both The peace of mind And rest of soul....

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Smeared Sign Snakes’ slivering skins smothered in slimy oil of temptation Immersed inundated intrigued of intricate ill tempered shine Go forth and multiply your ferocious frolicking fortune No - Neverland promiscuous parody peruses the pear’s peril Or was it a precocious apple appeasing Adam’s adamant appetite Furnaces’ flames flow from fields of plenty in the desert of doom The ‘game’ is rigged...

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the wonders of a smeared blue sky Thoughts of the midsummer morning, waking to the cold breath, the wonders of a smeared blue sky. Aye, my fluent mental unrest, advised by the weather, making my wanting, to bury my morning flounder, with a glass of cold imaginary Rye. No shaking, forgetting this coherent mood, one of...

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I wandered around the busy store but could not find my way to the top floor I search from corner to corner but I couldn't find where to enter I exit through the side door and saw a tall staircase standing in front of me A woman suddenly approached me said “this staircase leads outside boo boo The next...

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SMEARED MIRROR Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror... a lost man tormented face red brittle with tears making excuses abusing as I glare into the eyes of a monster with no conscience and a demonstrative stare a guilty reflection appears in this prison cell of fear longing for an escape to wipe the mirror clear who have I become? what have I even...

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Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror... a lost man tormented; face red, brittle and teared less excuses longer I stare stress abuses my conscience with a glare a guilty reflection alerts me, "this prison is my fear" longing for an escape and answers to why I’m still here who have I become? what have I done right? crossroads appear suddenly as...

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