Stenches Poems - Poems about Stenches

...the blood runs thin yet saturated with ideas foreign and forgotten of home's idyllic nature day's twinkle welcomed the white svelte blankets as golden needles pierced deep through the fabric of he......

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...If I should get punctured, laying leaking Crimson Tide, call me Deacon Blues as I slowly start to die. If they miss me, take it easy. All is as it should be. It's best to cut losses, cut ties, c......

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...THE STENCH OF INSOMNIA narcoleptic deities in charge of the world are tangled and detangled in the threads of time they are sardonic and bitter and out for revenge alien me......

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...Here I am, In the first fling of youth- In what sterile field did I find this anti-fecund missive? This stretching of a hand, drenched in rubbery black; accompanied by a smell; a sewing, c......

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...Merit was always the gold medalist Then came the shrewd unconcerned capitalist Who endeared and sold to many the cheap thrill At jaw-dropping prices reserved only for mastery and skill And I agre......

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...Smells and Stinches in the Trenches Have never before wrote poem like this; Hope my thought and point never miss; What life meant; To heaven sent; About a lonely life of either hers or his. ......

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...The silence of morn makes this place forlorn in the fields, the hillsides, and trenches. Over two hundred years since the bloodshed and fear, yet you can hear the yells, smell the stenches. The c......

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...Control Slaves of Sin, we are the minions That is, if we choose to be Though Sin houses in our system We need not follow her decree With her allure and her enticements She may tempt you to do w......

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...Since they cannot fend for themselves, how they can yawn rest of the night and go into the morning experience no food move in the afternoon any food and in night again no food. However government is ......

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...(In December 1936, English poet John Cornford was killed in combat near Lopera, during the Spanish Civil War. It was the day after his twenty-first birthday. Could this be the poem he was form......

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...On Vacation With Middle Passage Memories Out over the alluring expanse of the Big Water--- where the sky rest upon the water’s edge--- where undulating ships wait to fall off the earth--- w......

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...1914-1918 World war 1 Bullets flying over trenches Can’t see too much for smoke that stenches Lieutenant makes orders to stand here fast Don’t be scared chaps we’re having a blast Feet so......

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...Good to see you ? Taste the touch of the night it’s real Escape reality but find the truth in the deal Today tomorrow the dust the dawn the steel Desire deface distract determine then kneel Ho......

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...The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Seven The balding weeping willow by the Prefecture Gate’s railings There where on drowsy summer’s day gather swan and goslings To unfurl and let fan the crisp en......

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...Just do it. Whipping lash, hot, cramped pit. Odor, stenches still working. Cash coins wrenched. Wealthy, rich sitting back pulling stitches. Dollars drop. No more wages, still won't stop. Sit, kn......

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