Hellhole Poems - Poems about Hellhole

...ai is nothing but ghostwriters, uses words of dead poets passed, ai is nothing but ghost writers, using the poets of the past. and they say it is the future, staring into their rearview, good......Read the rest...

...As mortal veils dissolved, our bodies merged in the ossuary's somber symphonies, two mistress awakened by the velvet-wrapped cadavers, our disinvested hands tracing syllabic patterns across the olive......Read the rest...

...A skeletal smirk at the school door - the greeter-teacher; 50 years later, I feel his gimlet eyes at my back, that leer is now plugged with dirt, yet it can still be traced in the brown water sta......Read the rest...

... Synopsis: A powerful video, lyrics and music that sheds light on the devastating impact of poverty, illustrating how it fuels crime, gang violence, and psychological trauma i......Read the rest...

...For Silent One's - Mamma Poetry Contest Where is the love, Mamma? Through broken Louvre blinds, you're ever watching Rosary beads clicking prayers on repeat mode, utteri......Read the rest...

...A knotty path, woven in twine With twists and turns like frizzy vine With ups and downs and rugged plains With teary tales and bloody stains Above and below knots of square Are damages on......Read the rest...

...It was going smoothly back then until the storm swept in People left my side, I was wondering why nobody checked in; Things changed right before my eyes, it’s like a curse was let in ......Read the rest...

...Mom So many words to say, so many things unspoken where were you when all I needed was your love and devotion? To protect me from all the evil and darkness in this world But instead, you decid......Read the rest...

...hell's goal is to heal shall we evolve and swap now~ shun hell afterward do each of those who wish the worst for other kin~ they, too, deserve hell paradise on earth guess some......Read the rest...

...He sat in the darkness, the room full of light, And though it was midday, it felt like midnight. The t.v. was on, the news kept on streaming, ......Read the rest...

...Sending Love to My Papa Underneath his multiple dark layers, He was desperately seeking the light. Wolves dressed in sheep’s clothing his betrayers, Kinsman who disregarded his cruel plight. ......Read the rest...

...Poems about Poets V Edna St. Vincent Millay Has Her Way with a Vassar Professor by Michael R. Burch After a night of hard drinking and spreading her legs, Millay hits the dorm, where the ......Read the rest...

...My birth name is Suzie, some say I’m a floozy But I can’t be choosey, that’s just how it is I’ve slept with a teacher and even a preacher And many a doctor got more than a kiss Don’t show me de......Read the rest...

...While as a sparkling carefree brook of gay youth she meandered on the plateau of valiant yearning, the precipice of destiny dragged her down into the ambiguous abyss of no return. Sucked by the......Read the rest...

...State of the Art (II) These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. What the Poet Sees by Michael R. Burch What the poet sees, he sees as a swimmer ~~~......Read the rest...