Gutting Poems - Poems about Gutting

...In most of my verse, my simple aim is just sorta to enter tame. Then, once inside ~ go completely hog wild ~ showing no reserve, showing absolutely no shame. For example:...

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...We forgot to close the coop and a predator came calling. We became entangled by his loop and now the government he's uphauling. We let a nemesis on the premises, so billionaires he's installing.......

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...you fell into the water that night invisible to death haunted in the gutting silence that in darkness traps the mind and drags the light into black tracing sorrow the heart kept cold clutchi......

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...Migrants on the move from violence their only possession breath-space on a smuggler’s boat secured with back-bent harvests in pretzel-bent systems weight of crates of strawberries hoisted on ......

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...To Those Who Stand in the Flame Your sweat and tears are felt in the quiet spaces— we see how you toil where the air burns, heavy with ghosts, how strangers rise in the name of saving. Ha......

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...Hey mommy I am here to play Daddy and brother are on the way To the underworld where I sent them By gutting tummies and dissecting Innards go to outwards on the floor Faces you can’t recognize......

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...We drag our ships over shapeless rock and sleep in color this night under lips of blue hemmed shut by the cold the gutting silence rising to devour ......

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...“What do you care what other people think?” Is a posed question with attempted answer in ink, And Feynman did fine, but there are thoughts of mine, That when I’m drunk on wine, they both do and......

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...Era Flow Deep within myself I'm visually parched; Gutting held up and fed up in my search Idea darkness across my lips hurts Joy inside mine instill heart Kindness jus......

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...Charlotte and the bear came out of hibernation at exactly the same time. The bear was irritable and hungry, and she looked tasty. Don’t even think about it, I’ve killed bigger people than you befor......

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...Burly men hauled her onto a fishing village beach. She was rotund, impressively pump, it took a while. Her proportions made her ideally suited......

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...Is there a place in heaven Where old deckies muster A sheltered safe haven away From any wild storm's bluster From sail to steam to diesel United one and all By the harvesting of the sea And ......

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...Blood money isn’t paid in silver these days, just transferred to your account with a sheet of computerised data to tell you their proffered amount. I’m standing over the fish sheds, to my front ......

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...The last time you felt good, you played along with them, and they were fooled The feeling inside was blue and you always considered the suicide rendezvous It’s when you can’t laugh or cry, and feel......

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... "Sick Art" I walk the streets still and quiet I do not lie I do not betray what the heart belies pickled kidneys I am a ghost of my for......

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