Flat Poems - Poems about Flat

I would like to be charitable Give you the benefit of the doubt But your bullying ways have made this impossible I am flat out of forgiveness now...

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The bones, lay flat, without a sound, Then one by one, clickety-clack. Departed souls’ cold backs did crack. The bones lay flat without a sound, Until their jaws did flap, confound. Each found its skull a lantered-Jack. The bones lay flat without a sound. Then one by one, clickety-clack. The bones lay flat without a sound. The bones lay flat without a sound. The bones...

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I open my eyes. All around me, everything is unfamiliar: unfamiliar wallpaper, unfamiliar white leather sofa, unfamiliar country. I moved here to teach, and here I am learning that I’m underprepared, underqualified, underdressed, and hungover. He wouldn’t let me leave last night, you see. As the party was dying, I coloured his bathroom with oversweet Georgian wine and washed down chicken wings that came back up. He decided: I could miss the last metro, sleep...

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Do you sometimes use GPS To navigate your flat world? Did you ever wonder how all those satellites Get around to the underside? Do you use a flush toilet Or a siphon? See, fluids can sometimes run uphill. Your “the Amazon River is flat” theory Fails to hold water. Did you ever consider an Antarctic cruise? Did you ever want to sail around the South...

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Ohbard and Pell meet up over lifetimes and dimensions for exchanges and conversations: Flat? Flat. Why Sir I believe not a word of it, why have you not heard, it is a sphere. A sphere? You mean like a ball but begging your pardon but that is a tall tale for me to believe. Now please listen well for I do not deceive. I’m...

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Humanity still struggles to comprehend That all life on earth is for us to tend We must cease our pillaging of this great land Instead, care for all life as it was planned We are the shepherds of the plane Our destructive behaviour is beyond insane There’s a reason we are the most evolved Ain’t a problem for us that can’t...

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there is no right or wrong in doing anything no bad or good just semi-empty opinions and unpredictable consequences the world is flat and God stays on the edges...

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Busted Flat … Poetic busking the white lines advancing A voice on the asphalt the rubber — the road (Dreamsleep: December, 2023) The Heaviest Silence Oh, to be cursed with the burden of truth Without the propensity —to speak it out loud (Dreamsleep: December, 2023) ...

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[Not strictly limericks as syllable count is out, But hey… be a rebel… ignore the rules!] _______________________________________ I met the young lady from flat forty-five I told her, “Your beauty makes me feel alive.” She said, “My name’s Lexi.” Her voice was SO sexy My heart beat as though it was in overdrive She took no persuading to give me a kiss And...

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I’m thirsty It’s hot I order a cold, refreshing soda. I can hardly wait My tastebuds excited as they wait for the glorious liquid to envelope the inside of my mouth Anticipating the rush of little bubbles exploding with fervor as they make their way down my throat. The satisfaction of feeling the cold fluid colliding with my internal thermostat, plunging...

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Death … when there’s no longer something to believe in (Dreamsleep: October, 2023)...

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When Your Young Life Catches You Flat Footed BarBQ, potato chips Mountain Dew and Watermelon pie It was a huge celebration of friends on the Fourth of July There was Tammy with beautiful hair and those dark tanned legs And Patricia looking so sexy, appetizing, made a soul want to beg Then ravishing Connie, O, me my, my, those sweet...

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It was the sound that first drew me to the low street-facing window. I cleared a small spot in the grime and was rewarded by ankles. Clickity-clack, clickity-clack. Joie de vivre discernible in the rhythm of her hurried pace, that's only broken when she skipped the crack in the concrete pavement. Clickity-clack, clickity-clack. The fashionable red high heels heralded slim, well-formed ankles...

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I've put some lime pickle with my lunch Just to reset my senses (and because I like it) I may have eaten a large quantity of chocolate too (but that was because it was there) Why am I writing this down? Well, it's just to see where a poem might want to go today. Starting without an idea of...

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Why do I find no tune on my CDs in G, so I can play along with my harmonica – which is in G? I find a tune in G-flat, and one in B-flat, and even two in C minor. Was there one in A-flat, very close to G – but not G? Wish there were an O, neither flat nor sharp – just O major,...

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