Sputter Poems - Poems about Sputter

......After a bit her cries died down, everyone could see she was dead, a small head hung between her thighs, mother and son covered in red. He had seen so much callousness, but this he just couldn......

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...The boy was as quiet as a viper Often talkative and very hyper One thought crossed another Another topic intercepted the other. Running…Running…Racing thoughts Too…Too..many to be caught. He ......

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...In most of my verse, my simple aim is just sorta to enter tame. Then, once inside ~ go completely hog wild ~ showing no reserve, showing absolutely no shame. For example:...

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...Love can be a fire raging out of your control With passion leaping higher everyday. Love can be a candle in the darkness of a soul, Just enough to help you on your way. Over years, too many tea......

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...Eyes: the window to the soul, the gate to your tears, the mirror of memories and of ghosts that linger near. Eyes: some forever glazed by the blurring of sorrow, some haunted by the past and some cu......

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... Before diving into the music video ‘King on a Throne,’ above, I encourage you to first read the poem ‘The Glass Throne,’, below which serves as its preamble. Together, let’s......

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...With dirt on their knees and sand in their hair Inside they march with a song and a laugh, Tub toys await but they must learn to share The two little boys prepare for a bath. A little shampoo, ......

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...Kublai winter days are slow and steady. He is now my fluffy old boy dog. Sleeps a lot and is somewhat of a loner. Genghis and Sassy follow me always wanting my attention. Not Kublai, I have to pick......

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... each candle contains a Flame life abounds within its Light Fire when these Flames unite and banishing the darkness warm comfort flows from within drives away the biting cold the wind of d......

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...Cloaked figure approached - voice of death it spoke; “Your moments come,” manifests scythe from smoke. Each step bereft your pulsates, dirge of a malodorous, bittersweet symphonies requiem of the ......

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...He tried but for him speech did not come easily, the parrot had a stutter starting with a sputter -- tripped over every third word sounding quite absurd the clipped-wing bird; ......

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...He appeared in our backyard one day with fur white as snow An albino squirrel, a beautiful and rare sighting wherever he may go He spends his days sleeping and then out frolicking for bird seed an......

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...I cough, but it’s barely a cough. It’s more that I just cleared my throat, but my throat is clear already. The cough is intentional, so I hope she doesn’t know that. The truth is… The truth is- ......

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... You swing onto the ramp of anticipation then sputter and stall, deceleration March, thy name is frustration Your southern breezes arise and tease ‘til night plunges the gro......

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...I was talking with her, and suddenly realized… I swallow suddenly, and sputter. The blurring of my eyes, I was eating, and moving, and talking for months. I remember now, it’s been months. ......

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