Underfoot Poems - Poems about Underfoot

... Broken souls and disillusioned dreams. (Drowning in a sea of dread…) Broken toys and angels without wings. (Fragile things…) Weep for the fallen brothers and infants without mothers. (No l......

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... Written: April 12, 2025 for contest sponsored by Brian Strand ************* . . .In the silent expanse of lunar dust a momento rests shards of progress glint like stars ......

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...There was a great incline of stone, weathered amongst the sparsely green valley whose feet lay at the door of a thatched cottage and whose head I was treading over now. A fair stream, no wider th......

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...fine pOwder O what a pleasant mOrning intake cOffee eee…ew keep the dOOr clOsed bathe the steps & car thOse hazardous areas the mat underfOOt handle that c......

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...The bullets did not fly into the wind, They struck, leaving indelible scars, Blood on the pavement, pain in impure souls, The bodies fall, but the eyes remain wide open. The pains we hide become ......

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...How long have I been holding my breath? How long have I walked this path? It's winding turns make no sense. One after another. There is no sense in this madness, only an interrupting voice ......

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...A wave tamed the air, A deadly stare swallowed the thunder. I am god on earth, But I wish we Gods could converse. If I have dominion here, I should speak to the dead And alas, the......

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...major storm on the horizon reported from the "Fo'c'sle" Though forever being a landlubber a vision analogous to the nether world deep within the bowels of the Earth immensely distant from the s......

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...Sweet mother, Virginia Slim wedged between your fingers, that last light willed to die at the rig of a darkened room. You—half-goddess, half-ghost, pinioned in some still-life setting of tumb......

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...Temporal is aiming for permanence But much benevolence paints the prudence To keep change changing To keep range ranging To give meaning to purpose and hope To create a future into which to el......

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...You ask me why I stay, why these streets hold my steps, why my days fold together like waves that never rush, never roar. You wonder how I breathe this stillness, wake to mornings th......

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...I feel like a creep. I feel like a monster. What have I done? Where am I going to? Am I a creep? Am I a monster? Where have I come from? Where have I gone? Maybe I’m a creep. Maybe I’m ......

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...It’s a play within a play Where my role is improvised With the extras of each day Not intended to surprise There’s no cause to show concern No opinions to express What I know I’ll never learn ......

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...Laura Norder took her gun and strapped it to her thigh The skirt she wore was so damned short she had to strap it high And stood there on the corner where the street lamps dare not tread She waite......

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...1. Whisper of Tides Soft tides brush the shore, stars tumble through endless dark, feet sink in cool sand. 2. Spring's Awakening New buds lean skyward, first light glows on their faces— ......

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