Smears Poems - Poems about Smears

...~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Tanked temps pools inky smears ere striking lights, nightstand shelved as bed post warming invites, facade postpones ceiling beams gold strik......Read the rest...

...Brick, grit smeared towers, crank-out smears for heavy smokers. Under every stacked chimney goblins belch, coughing up, cancer into a riddled sky. Workers wade through ankle pulling tar, g......Read the rest...

...streaks across the kitchen food smears on the floor mama is a ’n her scrubbing knees are sore clean later says grandma advice from beyond her core your children grow up quickly leaving home ......Read the rest...

...The Summer sun of midnight loves the Antarctic sky; Her brilliant orange cloak spreads out behind her a......Read the rest...

... I've always wandered in venus' orbs, searching for the star-seed of my spirit that has forsaken it spiritual sanguinary and caged every fluorescent flicker in a sculptured ......Read the rest...

... the winter sunset is so beautiful with a rosy pink band like a ribbon streaking a lovely band of color across the sky beyond the frosty trees below a stain a vein of......Read the rest...

... Written: November 10, 2023, For Edward Ibeh Contest __________________________________________ As if to atone, I gaze into the obscurity of my soul. When I glance bac......Read the rest...

...In full moon frame hungry wolf silhouettes bark, a cloudy castle on hazy hill top looms in the dark. Through the rusty steel gate a figure in black cloak comes out as the creepy grips of o......Read the rest...

...Lahaina leveled.. We see and hear; official tears And maybe smears?? Melted glass temp 2000c.! Yet plastic bins survived and also many trees? (Thiugh dead inside?) one right Above where two ho......Read the rest...

...The Blackness And The Hard Labor Of The Housemaid Store up the spasms of the low rims of busy suns trudging work tills the upheaval of ragged soil and what of shadow hours, sweat and hard toil ......Read the rest...

...Creaking, cracking, booming… You hear the sounds before the bridge, mountain quiet amplifies it, step out on the old iron truss, and a mess unfolds before you. Creeping, slipping, shearing… ......Read the rest...

... Away in the attic, No dusting for years, I'm sneezing and sneezing! Eyes brimming with tears! Now why did I come here? For that box of books, Too heavy and dirty, Ruined my good......Read the rest...

...He really should use a ballpoint pen ink blots are hard to remove, and they can mask our reality. The blots form mysteriously shaped smears and smudges that conceal rather than reveal. We wh......Read the rest...

...There must be a wall there, electric eels scribble upon it, and rabid are the holes that go deep into words. Those words wrote themselves, they must have climbed over the wall leaving off-whi......Read the rest...

...When it comes to all my sorrows what do I do with them Do I place them in a paper cup and pour them down the sink Do I take a mallet to them and pound them soft as mink When it comes to a......Read the rest...