Washouts Poems - Poems about Washouts

...Gravel crusted potholes, all slathered up with mud, And ruts that jar your bones served on the side. No place to turn around: I know because I've tried; The heavy rains bring washouts from......

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...A town wheezes the last rites over its people through phlegm-ridden lungs and turgid cankers. Its blistered wounds are coated in the mud that lines its harbour and creeks. The loss of th......

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...we sat, my brother and I leaning against the old wood pannels of the room the smoke engulfed us like breath as the threat of violence loomed his voice was quiet still passion and regret burned......

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...Watching the astronauts We see the light of the world Above ly their thoughts They appear in a rainbow swirled But my mind has been put into a transmission Like an old telephone the message is......

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