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Gavin Rauch Poem
One foot stuck in the tar pits of my way,
A fossil forming with time,
Me and my nibbling conscience,
Sinking slowly but it’s mine,
Whispers like razors,
It’s trouble, the way that i’m jogging
Chasing shadows far into the night,
Every step a hopeless confession,
Nothings going save me or stop it,
A runaway rhythm,
The horizon taunts, distant but sure,
But my feet only know forward,
Seeing everything through my stained glass,
Too afraid I can only hope it will pass.
Copyright © Gavin Rauch | Year Posted 2025
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Gavin Rauch Poem
The fire burns, with embers glow
Even still, this house feels cold
The wind softly sighs it's goodbyes
I lay two plates upon the wood
Though one gets cold
I pour the tea, it spills and pools
My hands shake at the thought of you
The clock still ticks, the world still turns
But time means little to me
With every knock I pray it's thee
Your coat on the wall, with boots by the door
Your voice still lingers, but I wake to hear it no more
They sent a letter quick and cold
With words of honor and sympathy from we
But honor can not warm me.
Copyright © Gavin Rauch | Year Posted 2025
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Gavin Rauch Poem
Number! Number!
The man awakes from his slumber
Hearing his bird shout
Number! Number!
He thinks it’s time to go cut lumber
He returns and finds the bird in a pout
Number! Number!
No way to escape feeling encumbered
Flapping his wings and jumping all about
Number! Number!
The man looks across the room and sees the tumbler
Did he feed the bird he starts to doubt
Number! Number!
How could he forget he feels like a bumbler
This is what it’s been all about
Number! Number!
Now he can return back to his slumber
Copyright © Gavin Rauch | Year Posted 2024
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Gavin Rauch Poem
If you must have my head, show it to the ones I’ve led,
Leave them restless in their bed, even still our young will remain fed.
Reinforced by our past in chains once bound,
With the reins in our hands, now you will hear our sound.
You’ve erased our names, only known in lies,
A stink so foul, the ignorance a given
We fight the flies, but in the end we’ll have risen
Their will won’t break, There's a truth you can’t shake.
Forced to watch our mothers and fathers on stakes,
Left to rot, discarded in lakes.
Unable to block us out, with talent we’ll earn our spot.
From dirty dusty droughts, to streets that scream with grace,
Through art, love, and hate we will claim our place.
Copyright © Gavin Rauch | Year Posted 2025
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Gavin Rauch Poem
Worried for the day
I sit at the table, too nervous to say
I must write a fable
With my pens in array
I look for my ladle
My hunger I must slay
My thoughts in disarray
Worried my hunger could be fatal
I forget my paper, in my bed I lay
My stomach tied knots
If I was understood i’d earn my spot
For now they look at me like an empty lot
Copyright © Gavin Rauch | Year Posted 2024
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Gavin Rauch Poem
Frozen by their artificial sun, all our training taught not to run.
Monstrous figures pour from the trees, deafened by screaming tread and allies pleas,
Would this not be done if you held the gun?
Surrounded by the fallen dead, just waiting for your dose of lead.
Our Earth a canvas, stained in red.
We march, we fight, we die for lies,
A war machine fueled by cries.
The hands that squeeze, do they ever freeze?
Do they feel the weight of the blood they shed?
Am I no longer your brother just because I'm dead?
Or are they like me, and this will never leave their head?
Copyright © Gavin Rauch | Year Posted 2025
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Trapped in lycanthropic manic cycles,
Flooding Water, Burning bibles.
Bones reshape, skins unknown
My flesh betrays what I know.
Impaled on thoughts of dawn and dusk,
I watch the clock with a mind I can’t trust,
Each click with growing disdain, My eyes start to strain.
Bound to Fear and Hunger my endless campaign
The moonlights carved it’s path in bone,
Forever imprisoned to bleed and groan.
Realizing my life was never my own,
The soil will now reclaim its loan.
Copyright © Gavin Rauch | Year Posted 2025
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