Warnings Poems - Poems about Warnings

Black flame Sweet poison fumes Etched deep with warnings clear— Yet Dad and Mum still kiss its g h o s t, A stream of pleasure shaped as cancer sticks. Death l i n g e r s in the smoky shade, Disguised as friendly g h o s t s, W h i s p e r i n...

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Long-range forecasts predict outbreaks of pretty weather girls. In the event of short-range predictions, some ugly guy may be substituted. In the case of an emergency, mice may seek the sheltering wings of owls and hawks. By midnight, the total destruction of garden gnomes is anticipated. Survivors are asked to remain in their bathtubs until absolutely clean....

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In traffic they go zooming in and out not even indicating it at all. When they make a lane change, I Just want to shout, “Just use your turn signal, you jerk. One day you’ll hit somebody or a wall!”...

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1.) Slept most of my life Forget the stress The best kind of strife is the kind kept repressed Every guy just gotta accept we’re inclined to becoming depressed You’ll never cry Except if you gotta a good reason why Keep your eye dressed If you’re clever You’ll keep your tears dry I’ve wept without the...

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I feel a choir of raw throats shouting hoarse warnings and then quieting, Leaving a nervous stillness trembling on the lips of the morning, Or riding the scrolling text at the bottom of the TV screen. Something is wrong. There is a restlessness seeping like mist from the lesions Of the carnage yet to come, a slow decay, As if all...

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Dwell in the river and the monster will eat you While the flakes of snow float over, Forsake the pleasure and erase the relic As your internal mayhem will soon break If you oppose my revelations. I exist so you can be killed, When my purpose is fulfilled; I shall cease, As long as I do not; I have malfunctioned, To let you out...

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Dead men God's given them one time to reach. He's split the wall, allowed a breach. They are climbing out of death's grip. They are running out of the cemetery, out of the crypt. Life has iron rules, but they want to give you a reprieve. They beg you to transcend, beg you to believe. Listen to the dead before the fissures...

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and here we are in our castle built from cards one gust of wind and we go down down down grand illusions mere delusions curiosity getting the best of us in spite of red flags waved in the heat of the moment warning signs cast aside caution thrown to the wind AP: Honorable Mention 2023 Submitted on February 3, 2023 for CONTEST NO.1180 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND Posted...

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sharp sound of church bells on a cold crystal clear night warns heaven and hell to try harder to do right not give up on the good fight strong gusts of north wind ominous clouds now hover no good they portend bad time to feel hung over makes good sense to find cover cannot seem to breathe chest seems filled up with cement just able...

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There were blizzard warnings. We scoffed at them. We were young, and our children had to see their grandparents for Christmas. No matter what, we were going to get there from Chicago. Not concerned about the snow, we did not stop even after they closed the interstate. We had already been on the road for nine hours and eleven minutes. This...

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the more i try to hush my feelings the louder they rumble inside of me AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2021 Posted on October 4, 2021...

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There are some poems we are just not ready to write The wound is still too fresh for us to take notes from the light of it And our pencil tips aren't sharp enough to stitch us up just yet When we spill our sins in ink We pray with stained hands Leave indigo fingerprints saying this is who I...

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Twice i have been blessed enough to visit Paris the capital of France And truth be told the second time was even better than the first And if i was forced to place a comment on Trip Advisor this it would be If you are going to see the Mona Lisa do yourself a favor and don't bother As it it the only thing in...

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A strange woman blasted into the family reunion Came in loud and crass; obnoxious. Showing off. No one knew her. I was selected to ask her to leave. Mom! She said. It was one of my foster children from way back when. I did not recognize her. She had been a porker but she had slimmed up And gotten two feet taller. She picked...

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Yesterday Mornings Writings and Warnings David J Walker Where did I leave off writing Yesterday morning in describing The world around me Which hue glistened off The morning dew at sunrise Which tune did I hear In the blue of your eyes It is clear that my world is mine For the making, each morning a day For the taking Which shirt...

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