Stop Dead Poems - Poems about Stop Dead

...Roads long squandered, Routes trained to memory. a crack in the long unyielding concrete unremarkable. Then, a wildflower A peculiar pink. Leather, nostalgia. Cinnamon, mellow. Stop dead ......

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...DEAD END STREET --WHY do dead end roads Exist "Are you my enemy, if you’re not my friend? Alternative exit without exit should be posted dead end When “Google” tells you turn right......

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...Morning arrives, out of bed, coffee beckons, Pass the hallway mirror, reflection directions. Stop dead in tracks, return to check the vision Looking weary despite night's invasion. Closer i......

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...Overwhelmed Sometimes it feels like it will never be OK It goes on and on and on Darkness creeps in and you cannot see the light Prayers seem to have fallen upon deafened ears Does evil contin......

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...The passage through life is like an unchartered river leading to the sea. The uncertainty of the flow is always something that’s real You may move very fast or hardly move at all. You may travers......

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...Push your records over to the floor upsetting your ever so neat pristine world – feckin’ mess! Know your actions before you do them, ha! Catch me now, around the shop you chase me red anger on your......

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...My momma was big on naps when I was a girl. Until I was eight years old, she sent me to my room on summer afternoons. It was probably because of the heat in the south, The way it it penetrates to ......

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...There is a woodpile in my in-laws’ cellar, and some coal, but other rumored things also. And it has been there a long time since anyone tripped down these broken concrete steps. Maybe twenty or thi......

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...I met him a long, long time ago, denim clad and dusty leather boots sitting astride a motorcycle He took off his helmet; I stumbled only to stop dead on my hazed tracks and crashed i......

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...The soft spoken weariness of politicians, their secret hope the long, unhappy dream of the fathers would stop dead in its tracks, like homes under siege encased in decaying dreams..... per......

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...hooves echoing against the ground. His eyes met with a certain lass. Joyful at heart. His eyes tried her on, alone with limitless possibility. He thought of his coat. Warm, comforting. Sh......

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...In the middle of the night The woman in crimson came to fright Her hair as black as a moonless night Her eyes glistened with a milky glaze She whispered my name But to no avail For I pulle......

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...Do you race to win? Seems to me we really do. Like the win when we compete. Or do you want to be like me? I’m never first, can’t you see. I have three speeds that I go. There’s stop, dead slow,......

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...There once was a donkey called Tommy Who the kids all thought was funny. The icecream van he would reach, when giving rides at the beach. Then stop dead 'till they all got a lolly.......

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...Stars moving in the night A strange happening, a strange sight! I watch in trepidation or puzzled freight? There's something else out there beyond the night. A cold stillness fills the ai......

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