Chainsaws Poems - Poems about Chainsaws

...In a space that should hum with focus, Where thoughts flow like ink on paper, I walk the halls, and what do I hear? The clatter of egos—loud, brash, A symphony of insecurity, Each voice a drum p......Read the rest...

...If you're good or you’re bad If you’re happy or sad If you’re angry or glad You are human If you're bald or you're hairy Or fearful or scary If you’re brave or wary You’re human If you ha......Read the rest...

...i've got something in mind you see it's going to be about something related to chainsaws you see i've got ideas in my head for it but one concern is that this will be a better poem than the poe......Read the rest...

... Reasons you might be a serial killer -all your lampshades are made from human skin -all 3 of your chainsaws are always fully fuelled -your wallpapers is hundreds of pictures of a rocking......Read the rest...

...The Romans could have saved their empire, If only there had been fewer forests, For their enemies to hide in. In open land they reined supreme, Raging rivers they tamed, Swamps they drained, ......Read the rest...

...A recent visit to an eclectic museum trying to achieve many things in a small space. Unintentionally presented in the style of a lucid dream. Harps through the ages (with audio), a collection of ......Read the rest...

...“The Winter Tree’. The winter trees are dreaming, of violent summer storms, wind, thunder, and lightning. Of wild horses running in the rain, under a harvest moon, chasing night rainbows.......Read the rest...

...The orchestral trees echo sounds of the woodwinds… and buzz of chainsaws!......Read the rest...

...is a mass hysteria induced by the sound of Indies short-tailed crickets mating, not, as conspiracy would have it, the result of a sonic weapon, a microwave attack, or malfunctioning eavesdrop......Read the rest...

...a cog in the wheel and a log on the fire of dreams I hallucinate unless the days are visions of sleepless delusions of truth its real and surreal when nights close in I used to be a kni......Read the rest...

...Naught for the Faint in Heart Harrowing bloodcurdling decapitations, decomposing cadavers, and spine-tingling minions of apparitions, that unravels in this gothic horror too spooky......Read the rest...

...Tinnitus tinnitus, innocuous by name, invisible tasteless, sounds pretty lame, Ears hissing, snakes inside my head, Growing louder, causing turmoil in bed, Room’s spinning, feel like getting sic......Read the rest...

...they're cutting down the last big tree on my street unwittingly re leasing a giant honey bee as the buzzing of chainsaws sting my ears......Read the rest...

...We invented the spear, and the mammoths were dead. Then our flintlocks and muskets filled bison with dread. Next came chainsaws and oil: planting bones in the soil. What new wond......Read the rest...

...My Old Companion Once you arched where children play, Heard the laughter and slapping of tether balls; Roads made of sand with little boy sounds A long time ago. You have been my friend, my ......Read the rest...