Stenched Poems - Poems about Stenched

...Cigarette-stenched couch, How he lays there with a slouch. His blue-striped sweater So warm and comfortable, Any weather, good or bad.......Read the rest...

...Going home across the Shard bridge spanning a rattle-snaked river that bites into the Irish sea cold-bloodedly pumping into Fleetwood's gaping fish-mouth. Here birthmarks are branded wit......Read the rest...

...We struggled along damp, smoke-filled streets; leaves still summer green, a chilly breeze rustling some, turned golden early in anticipation of the fall. Neil at one end of the log; me at the......Read the rest...

...So when the webbed-tide snares the lunars nether recesses in its glow casting shadows that arise among the craggs wedged beside some cliffs of common confirmed debris of the unnamed fa......Read the rest...

...A brutal murder in portentous chill A helpless life, under butcher's will An ominous spade digs soil in till. Buried in dark secret, an aghast kill. Corpse stenched, languished still. The cop......Read the rest...

...Shh! Here comes the Civilian general My black-master to a black-master On whom my boney back bent On a twenty four hour daily chore. Planting happiness on Masters vegetation mind Reaping sorrows in m......Read the rest...

...The Crushed Skulls the crushed skulls and the torn-off legs and the single shots piercing countless heads women, men, children young, old, everyone just a human being when will we tire of t......Read the rest...

...Hey! you over there in Texas in good old America ask your peoples to shed a tear or two over there for the miseries of peoples here in Africa whose plights are self inflic......Read the rest...

...Soup kitchens, holed shoes, torned pocket Shared bed, stenched wall, damped floor City siren, whispering ally, neon glare Brown bag, trembling hand, goosed skin Silked lined crom......Read the rest...

...tiny words 'went to the gas station and opened my mouth filled my stomach with gasoline lit a match and swallowed it in burned myself smoked with fire i spread like charcoal sm......Read the rest...

...As sadness weighs heavily upon my heart My pen does not know where to start Haiti I weep for you in all your tragedy What a devastation to humanity For days the smell of death stenched the air M......Read the rest...

...When time has shifted white gates lost passion and rust-ruined rivers run before your door false truths be thrown to lie upon your floor nasty, dead fish - stink, as lies, no more. Stenc......Read the rest...

...A sensitive man, whose mouth is stenched from booze scrapes any bronze penny from the sidewalk or street, or cuddles under the News Paper Times for a snooze, and eyes the people who scorn in anger......Read the rest...