Stale Poems - Poems about Stale

... in hills where buffaloes roam i brew coffee in my home excess grounds water cold bitter stale much too bold grateful when my wife gets home. ......Read More

...would sail with small snail she seemed so foolish while frail who left a long trail blew up a big gail without fail breath would smell stale singing song to scale entail pale prevail vai......Read More

...lesson in horn haiku my horn haiku are 5-7-5 in vowels when each line likes to rhyme within horn haiku is neither punctuation nor capital letters haiku normally has three lines in e......Read More

...Do you feel your loves gone stale And your relationship is beginning to fail. Do you find a reason just to stay Or do you just walk away. Do you talk to work it out Or do you both just screa......Read More

...Eating through my flesh- my skin is rotting off my bones. Advanced stage of decay- the smell of death it sets the tone. The blood in me sits stale- worms they crawl throughout my corpse. ......Read More

... A holiday comes a holiday goes Will it come again God only knows Aw, cut the crap I ain't fallin' in this trap Of course it's comin' next year Go soak ......Read More

...Breakfast is the most painful part of the day. It’s sometimes different, but always tastes the same. Time goes by, then lunch starts. Lunch is always wilted and stale. Lunch is always bus......Read More

...The sky over Tel Aviv, the citadel with the theater of the absurd! The evacuations to bomb shelters continue; from this vantage, the desolate Negev desert seems like Paradise. In the world of real......Read More

...stair board creek the house long empty . . . echoes stale shuffling shadows to the sound of overlays drained the house bled its final drops of her merged, she with watchers faces trappe......Read More

...What better way to slip out of this world than in one’s sleep? There is no guarantee, of course, it will happen that way with me. Still what harm in hoping? Yet it has benefits, like outsmart......Read More

...Written: November 03, 2023 _______________________________ Beyond the misty shades, there is peace. Irreconcilable with retaining inner ease Noshing prefer......Read More

...They have used us enough We’re so done with their stuff We will trade them for dust Some old snails, or just rust We’ll exchange them for rocks They ship well in a box And to save on some freig......Read More

...No winds are winnowing enough To put a quill back in the hands of the dead poet Or confidence back in the trachea of the strangled speaker In me Because no words are as vile As no words at all ......Read More

...Clearing up the mess in the kitchen, I feel bored by the stale familiarity of my chores......Read More

...Our solitary pursuits in displaced youth Escaped mundanity for a precious new hand Sheltered under the willow tree roots Crude love notes etched on the bandstand Tangled lovers sought for a new......Read More