Gunk Poems - Poems about Gunk

... Why are you sitting here playing with your shadows? Your bitter sadness is building too much gunk inside your mind. Let the past go. Wash away your tears and let the pain flow. Scrub each thorn......Read the rest...

... I can churn stomachs, with a stench of truth An abscess filled with maggots, pus profuse As I feed off gunk, new nerve ends take root Raw language in my words, not gross abuse Yes! I am dis......Read the rest...

...These distortions are illusions They are the temptations filled with confusion. They are the fears that keep moving. The appearance of these distortions is floating and smokey. These distortions ......Read the rest...

...Expectations and like the many changing faces. We are constantly trying to fit the best one to put on. I constantly try to adjust one side and keep one's truth hidden deep inside. Embedded in s......Read the rest...

... I wake up at 5:30 most mornings Before the sun has a chance to rise Head for the bathroom as fast as I can To get rid of yesterday's Mai Tai I let out a great big sigh of relief As......Read the rest...

... Oh, how I dread the horrid sight of that nasty slop, what a wretched plight. Its stench invades my twitching nose I turn away, but my nausea grows. Forced to face it on my plate ......Read the rest...

... (Probably more a short story than free verse In any case it’s true, seen through my eyes as a child) He was a heavy smoker sat by the fire Coughing and wheezing hacking up phlegm spitting......Read the rest...

...You chew me up and spit me out. You walk all over me. Your sneakers, sticky from the pink gunk that still clings to them. You get new shoes and a new flavor of gum. Bubblegum and Nike doesn’t sui......Read the rest...

...God intended to put eye gunk on people's eyes when they wake up so they could see and clean their faces first before looking at other people's faces... August 24, 2023......Read the rest...

...Incomplete metamorphosis of distilled adolescent... therefore he characterizes himself as an anomaly...any idea why? Mortified, petrified, stultified, et cetera sheltered, and mortally wounde......Read the rest...

...I was a negative teen, not depressed - My diary declared I was. A complainer indeed, no one stopped me; Only a sociology teacher gave me some definitions to ponder. I was a listener back then - ......Read the rest...

...When we wake each morning We're blessed with this stuff called “eye gunk” Annoying as it is we are all blessed with it Pretty sure animals aren't afflicted If they were they would scratch......Read the rest...

...A humid day, mosquito clouds swarm along a red dirt road to the farm. There are grimy rows of pig pens, hazed dark by humming hordes of black fly. Bob (an old friend), chuckles. “Man, you pi......Read the rest...

..." Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house; can you hear the whispering?" - Constance La France. dilapidated and weather-beaten, looking at this old house...Read the rest...

...How come each morning when we greet the day The gunk in our eyes makes us say, “what the hey!” What good is this stuff Enough is enough Sometimes nature is a pain in the souffle......Read the rest...