Tar Poems - Poems about Tar

There’s tar on the floor, Two, or three, or five, or more, Don’t know why I’m counting, there’s nothing in store. Sticky and dark, there’s nothing to read You don’t rid of it, it will only breed. Strong, loud, conscious Living, living, living....

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This black tar covers my brain, With viscosity of motor oil from a 1950's tractor, Wiping every so often but it still remains, Trauma of life may have been a factor, Continuously drips finding my crevices of weakness, Seizing every ounce of good nature it can, A vicious vacuum for precious meekness, This twisted consumption is part...

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Growing up, white c****** liked to study my every move. If I showed weakness, they could break in and take control. In the sunken place, that's mind, body and soul... and I couldn't scream because white people could do no wrong! Being adopted is a kinda Hell that doesn't let up. White community, so black is never good enough. So, I...

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red orange ball of fire rolling up down green tar hill skin cancer is real...

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We exist in space and time invisible, unseen for who we truly are exchanging words for thoughts never face-to-face but touching just the same vitriol tossed with the sweetness fair barter for some form of kind heaven exchanging inclement weather to the vestries of each others’ netherworlds divesting tar and feathers Candide Diderot. ‘24 head on. ...

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Away with you to tall golden grasses to the sound of a creek running over rocks the babble and gaggle of water sounds Away with you to open spaces where you can breathe To big fields that stretch out in every direction Away to those black inner tubes that you sit in and just float down the river not a care...

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Dinosaurs D i s c o v e r e d Evolution Diplodocuses U n e a r t h e d Tar 10/29/2020...

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Cars forming scars Tar bodies Sunny, drizzling days...

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searing summer sun tarpaper rooftop beaches city sunbathing...

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Life - it is bigger on the inside...

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A starlet who once thrilled the cops Developed some droopy jowl chops A Facebook beauty She's still a cutie Thanks to software filters and crops...

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Tar and Feathers His name is Bob. Not Robert. He is a bird. I want to make that clear from the start. I am bigger than him and he depends on me. That is for food, water, treats and shelter. Am I clear? No one is listening. I can see that by the blank faces, clear through the machine. I...

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The Menacing Stranger At ShopCo-'Tar-zhay' - A Narrative Poem One day at a dress shop, I met a man selling shoes, For money he wanted to swap, But I really wanted some hushes. A fence, also known as a receiver, A mover, this an individual who knowingly buys stolen goods. Now secretly selling now to later resell them for profit So...

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"Meuller's research went far too far but met the Congressional par NO RUSSIAN COLLUSION To end all confusion I want an Immigration "CZAR"!...

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Grandma told it well. Some missionaries Visited her dad – He was one deacon. Everyone listened. He let them teach. All about God And the iron rod Deacons complained Threatened him Their mob came Red -hot tar -- Kids learned Dad’s strength Stands! 1/13/2017 One Outrageous Story! I remember Grandma telling me about her dad, my great-grandfather. back in the early 1900s...

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