Stale cheese
Its full of bankers and bunkers.' Tunnels are
Like holes in some cheese, it could well be
Emme-mental.? Or signs of a deeper disease?
Can i name it bunker nutrality.? Only if they don't play; in other regions politics.' Be they oh
So far away.' I get shivers just thinking.? Of
Whats on the map.? And whats being hidden
Do ever
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Categories:
stale, appreciation, education, surreal, symbolism,
Form: Ballad
Stale Trick
The first door I believed in boasted of the things it had, and I didn't.
The second one only wanted to show me how much time I had spent in a Polaroid.
Another door was nice to me but the nuts were badly screwed.
The bravest move was taking a chance on each door.
That any one of them
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Categories:
stale, miracle, words, writing,
Form: Free verse
Death Stale Symphony Discount
Written: April 14, 2025 for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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The subject matter of this poem explores themes of transience, intersection of life and death, and the fragile coexistence of human and natural worlds.
a loaf of discounted bread
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Categories:
stale, appreciation, bereavement,
Form: Free verse
Stale Bread
He starts with the natural order of things,
thinks
wash bedsheets,
been pushing chores aside -
that's just natural.
Done with saccharine,
from now on
teaspoonful of honey
at least until
the year-old jar
stops oozing.
Corn flakes gone stale,
the days fall out of sleep
way sooner than they should,
and that's hard to do - naturally.
Order comes and goes.
Mold grows blue bread
nothing last as long as fungus.
It's
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Categories:
stale, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I Have Become Stale
My knees held tightly to my chest,
I thought the storm clouds were miles off in the distance,
Of someone else's distress.
But morning came, and the storm remained.
No water nor washing could wipe away the stains of sorrows
And restlessness from my covers-
My detrimental haven...
I could rot away here, the irony being I already do.
What treasures can
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Categories:
stale, deep, depression, emotions, life,
Form: Free verse
Stale Veins
Finally, my blood began to coagulate.
Disoriented; from all that’s bleeding through.
Trying to grasp the hand of my soulmate;
I notice a heart that’s receding too.
And now, one heart beats where there once were two.
In life or death I see no love that’s true.
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Categories:
stale, art, betrayal, break up,
Form: Rhyme
Stale Mate
Queen's gambit, denied
Life is like a game of chess
Waiting for a mate
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Categories:
stale, beautiful, deep, life, poetry,
Form: Haiku
Stale
I feel stale
Like a cigarette that’s been put out and relit too many times
An overcooked flavor of twice smoked dreams, fills every room.
When that blue haze of familiarity clouds my mind,
Add another coat of lipstick to the filter
I’m always plenty revved up
But going nowhere, fast
I’ve got one foot slammed on the gas and another
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Categories:
stale, deep,
Form: Free verse
Stale Feelings
Beat of the heart showed no rhyme;
vibrating without some sense.
Its voice sounds like a cold clime;
saying statement sans intense.
Note: This form is called Tanaga, a traditional short Filipino poem which is only a quatrain, having 7 syllables in each line. The rhyming schemes may be aaaa, aabb, abab or abba.
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Categories:
stale, lost love,
Form: Quatrain
Categories:
stale, 10th grade,
Form: Monoku
Stale Vermouth
Dismay that I am so blithely uncouth
As to bluntly say what is on my mind,
So, I shall blame the stale vermouth.
Dismay that I am so bitterly uncouth
To go through life with this sad truth,
It is necessary, I admit, for me to find
Dismay that I am so blithely uncouth,
As to bluntly say what is on my
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Categories:
stale, me, perspective, spoken word,
Form: Triolet
Stale Green Light
Been running like the devil with his pants on fire.
Tearing up a rutted road with no spare tire.
Racing toward the sunset in a reckless mood
While the tension turns my knuckles white
And I grit my teeth, got no time to waste,
‘cause I’m still a quarter mile from a stale green light.
My baby called to say she
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Categories:
stale, abuse,
Form: Lyric
Stale
Stale the ale
Rancid the memories
in my pail
Bruises, injections
bloody reflections
A life thrown away
no more to say
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Categories:
stale, abuse, drink, drug,
Form: Rhyme
Inhale Stale Ale Without Fail
Inhale Stale Ale Without Fail
without any fail
when much ale you will inhale
always seems so stale
Jim Horn
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Categories:
stale, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Another Stale Old Tart
There was but one
dark chocolate tart
left in the silver tray
It’s cherry, pinched by passersby
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Categories:
stale, age, anxiety, fear, food,
Form: Rhyme
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