Slanted Poems - Poems about Slanted

...Many paths lead away from home but only one leads back as the years sit salted upon the rack you find the path home has narrowed and turned from gates of iridescence to mirrors opaque and black......

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...Digging Into The Earth Toil with your own hands Become an architect Live on your own land Waking up early morning Making progress gradually Digging into the earth A sentimental foundati......

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... Soudah and Dutchman Soudah, a Malaysian slave lived in Cape Town’s slave lodge, her knee bone damaged after decades of scrubbing floors. She escaped northwards, he......

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... The clock ticks, a hollow sound, time that refuses to heal. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, each a tiny, forgotten sorrow. The news whispers of old wounds, reopened, a symphony of fo......

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... The tremor in my hand, not from the hunt, but the stillness after the endless pacing. Dust motes danced in the imagined beam of a lantern I never lit, searching corners already illuminat......

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...Backwater junction in a backwoods town Rusty and creepier than a carnival clown Timber rattlesnakes hide their slanted eyes No one visits this woodpile, no big surprise......

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...High in the Eyrie, stone cold and stark, Where stars peer in and walls leave a mark, The sky is a floor and the wind is a blade, And the edge is a whisper where brave men fade. The stone is sla......

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... Galvanizing, never scrutinized; each moment falsely tabulated; Slanted, polarized polls, punishing spiteful pundits Spouting, spinning lies in frantic unison squawking Ridiculous versions of f......

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... A recent poem l posted raised some negative feelings within me About myself …. leaving me feeling annoyed As l felt l had to write a “Please Note” on it Explaining my poems intention….so false......

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...I miss my old room it was nice being in a small space at least i could call it mine mine mine mine mine mine putting my arms straight out i could touch each wall, ghost my fingers over the fres......

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...Up on the winding mountain, there is a structure we knew so well— now consumed by red, devoured in flame. It was our shelter, a meeting place of like minds, a refuge against life’s weight, a......

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...• I've never really noticed how slanted the walls look • Almost like they're about to fall • I'd once leaned on them, they started to creak • Echoing through the hall......

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...MINE This bond Lingering memories Shaped by our distinct experience My lisses heart Yearn for your warm bosom Throne of my lovely niche Be Mine to life ... This rose Slashing beauty Eye......

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... Written: January 08, 2025, For contest Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Creeping softly through the iron gate. I can't belie......

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...Off the forest trails, where bushwhackers stray, Restless Mary ducked branches, left her screen that day. She was startled when a Horned owl flew A dragonfly landed on her sleeve; its color wa......

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