steven-l-herring - Hello Poetry

What if we all Spoke death to each other And crushed each other's Dreams with nightmares? Prefab purgatory Pick pockets Stuck us all in Heartless lockets Dismantled and degraded Dazed and confused Depraved and tortured Left mentally castrated The Stars emptied our accounts As we sat and laughed While they ***** us every Friday and Saturday Prime time or matinee Box office billions just To tell us how to think Now we all got that Bad-investment stink Staring at the open jaws Of a privately owned clink Or down at a yawning grave Pick your poison well And don't you dare blink We earned this together… Torn apart and put into a pie Minced Meat!

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Mar 30

Mar 30, 2026 at 6:00 PM UTC

Blink

What if we all Spoke death to each other And crushed each other's Dreams with nightmares? Prefab purgatory Pick pockets Stuck us all in Heartless lockets Dismantled and degraded Dazed and confused Depraved and tortured Left mentally castrated The Stars emptied our accounts As we sat and laughed While they ***** us every Friday and Saturday Prime time or matinee Box office billions just To tell us how to think Now we all got that Bad-investment stink Staring at the open jaws Of a privately owned clink Or down at a yawning grave Pick your poison well And don't you dare blink We earned this together… Torn apart and put into a pie Minced Meat!

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Destroyers By Steven L Herring From foreign shores came the dragons fire Hordes of killers and devourers Wake ****** **** Strip Take everything Never sleep Carriers of plague Brimming with contempt Their hearts hard and burnt like the land around them Subjugated Subdued Subclass They would burn their own kind Children's screams to pay no mind Day in Day out With or without a stare of indifference A dragon's breath makes his words worthless Paper mache fire Wearing a wire in the precinct Burning question after question Minds on fire want to know though : Who's the dragons?

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Jun 1, 2021

Jun 1, 2021 at 8:35 PM UTC

Destroyers

Destroyers By Steven L Herring From foreign shores came the dragons fire Hordes of killers and devourers Wake ****** **** Strip Take everything Never sleep Carriers of plague Brimming with contempt Their hearts hard and burnt like the land around them Subjugated Subdued Subclass They would burn their own kind Children's screams to pay no mind Day in Day out With or without a stare of indifference A dragon's breath makes his words worthless Paper mache fire Wearing a wire in the precinct Burning question after question Minds on fire want to know though : Who's the dragons?

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Press Pause on Monday By Steven L Herring Deep and dark Spark the candle Light the fire and grab a handle Turn the crank crush the hold of the weekday doldrum mold Grab a boat Grab a paddle Pull the water and drop the worry on the saddle Glad ol' lad showed me Life's better off the ladder Life's cloudy, but not on a weekend **** work! See you on Tuesday my friend!

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May 28, 2021

May 28, 2021 at 6:42 PM UTC

Press Pause on Monday

Press Pause on Monday By Steven L Herring Deep and dark Spark the candle Light the fire and grab a handle Turn the crank crush the hold of the weekday doldrum mold Grab a boat Grab a paddle Pull the water and drop the worry on the saddle Glad ol' lad showed me Life's better off the ladder Life's cloudy, but not on a weekend **** work! See you on Tuesday my friend!

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The Getaway By Steven L Herring Some silhouette of a sad song Quick as it came just as quickly it was gone The monster in the sky breathed its fires put some glass in that hole Peel tires Chasing that blue sky til it gets away to space The stars collide with the mountains, only here to make their case for quiet for peace be still, child! Feel that mountain air or the hot sand on your toes Taste the salty overspray Smell the sun-screened skin basking in the moment Awaken the sleeper within Put em down and feel the wind dancing in your hair Tussled and tangled Smile on your face without a care Ever wanna pack up the car and go somewhere? Anywhere really Not to run but just to get away from here and go there

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May 6, 2021

May 6, 2021 at 6:54 PM UTC

The Getaway

The Getaway By Steven L Herring Some silhouette of a sad song Quick as it came just as quickly it was gone The monster in the sky breathed its fires put some glass in that hole Peel tires Chasing that blue sky til it gets away to space The stars collide with the mountains, only here to make their case for quiet for peace be still, child! Feel that mountain air or the hot sand on your toes Taste the salty overspray Smell the sun-screened skin basking in the moment Awaken the sleeper within Put em down and feel the wind dancing in your hair Tussled and tangled Smile on your face without a care Ever wanna pack up the car and go somewhere? Anywhere really Not to run but just to get away from here and go there

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Fireflies Light the Way By Steven L Herring Saturdays… Listless Effortlessly floating away in an acoustic haze A man breathes into a microphone with the greatest of ease slipping softly into melancholy Blue sky and warm sun sing songs that make the heart beat slower and in the distance you can see it start to sink a little lower People hustle and bustle but the shoreline calls the wounded to her The mountains and the rivers heal the heart's decaying beat and beckon like a worried mother If you listen closely you can almost hear them say Just hold on for one more day As heads hang low hearts skip beats as summer's massage tells them it's on the way

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Apr 3, 2021

Apr 3, 2021 at 6:14 PM UTC

Fireflies Light the Way

Fireflies Light the Way By Steven L Herring Saturdays… Listless Effortlessly floating away in an acoustic haze A man breathes into a microphone with the greatest of ease slipping softly into melancholy Blue sky and warm sun sing songs that make the heart beat slower and in the distance you can see it start to sink a little lower People hustle and bustle but the shoreline calls the wounded to her The mountains and the rivers heal the heart's decaying beat and beckon like a worried mother If you listen closely you can almost hear them say Just hold on for one more day As heads hang low hearts skip beats as summer's massage tells them it's on the way

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Rockwell's Burden By Steven L Herring Skinned knees Peel the scab Over and over and over again Nothing ever heals Broadcast for the world to see Never forget Never forgive Peel the scab Peel the scab Hold the pain Comfort in anger Peel the scab and flash the message Still life on a magazine Cover up the dirt with a moldy shirt It's a flag print How American! Sand in the ointment Rub it in flashing colors Broken power button Who gets up to shut it down? Peel the scab Don't go fast Make it last Perpetual pain like an evening post on a Saturday Paper cuts work best when the media is fresh

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Mar 31, 2021

Mar 31, 2021 at 4:33 AM UTC

Rockwell's Burden

Rockwell's Burden By Steven L Herring Skinned knees Peel the scab Over and over and over again Nothing ever heals Broadcast for the world to see Never forget Never forgive Peel the scab Peel the scab Hold the pain Comfort in anger Peel the scab and flash the message Still life on a magazine Cover up the dirt with a moldy shirt It's a flag print How American! Sand in the ointment Rub it in flashing colors Broken power button Who gets up to shut it down? Peel the scab Don't go fast Make it last Perpetual pain like an evening post on a Saturday Paper cuts work best when the media is fresh

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year in prison piece of cake **** show for entertainment United we still stand Live bait for the piranha tank What's on television ****** death neglect and two rich guys ripe with disrespect and a silent killer in the air and for a second there I didn't care Mind full of disbelief I couldn't help but to stop and stare Death by cop means the fascists get a city block let's break brick and glass I got a couple rocks storm the capitol and lie on the internet In retrospect vocal chords are obsolete Safe space to save face virtually nothing is a secret anymore Left Right Split down the middle Haven't seen each other in a whole year Mutual digital choke holds Private lives no longer strongholds and our minds no longer match and everyone… Everyone… Take a few steps back… We need time to breathe... We're all too far away but we're united… right? Psst I want to remember what you sound like Missing America deeply...

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Mar 24, 2021

Mar 24, 2021 at 10:35 PM UTC

Where Do We Go from Here? By Steven L Herring

year in prison piece of cake **** show for entertainment United we still stand Live bait for the piranha tank What's on television ****** death neglect and two rich guys ripe with disrespect and a silent killer in the air and for a second there I didn't care Mind full of disbelief I couldn't help but to stop and stare Death by cop means the fascists get a city block let's break brick and glass I got a couple rocks storm the capitol and lie on the internet In retrospect vocal chords are obsolete Safe space to save face virtually nothing is a secret anymore Left Right Split down the middle Haven't seen each other in a whole year Mutual digital choke holds Private lives no longer strongholds and our minds no longer match and everyone… Everyone… Take a few steps back… We need time to breathe... We're all too far away but we're united… right? Psst I want to remember what you sound like Missing America deeply...

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Blinded by Regrets By Steven L Herring You ain't woke You're a joke! Walkin' around with one eye closed and a stick in the other You're supposed to be my brother but you mope around like everything's wrong and cut the tongue out of the mouth of your own mother You're a cancer fighting against a cure Cutting down Osimandius with a blow torch refusing to recognize his death as final The sand was all that was left but you dredge it up while hiding your true intentions all the while What's the harm? You ask me to fall in line I got a little bit of chalk left, so I draw my own to avoid your land mines Your a disaster and I'm a commotion that stirs it up better than the roughest of oceans Cancel me not already doctored up by censors Keep the truth steady and the history for mentors I only got one question before the judge calls for recess When will you let go of the past? At this rate, America will never last!

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Mar 14, 2021

Mar 14, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC

Blinded by Regrets

Blinded by Regrets By Steven L Herring You ain't woke You're a joke! Walkin' around with one eye closed and a stick in the other You're supposed to be my brother but you mope around like everything's wrong and cut the tongue out of the mouth of your own mother You're a cancer fighting against a cure Cutting down Osimandius with a blow torch refusing to recognize his death as final The sand was all that was left but you dredge it up while hiding your true intentions all the while What's the harm? You ask me to fall in line I got a little bit of chalk left, so I draw my own to avoid your land mines Your a disaster and I'm a commotion that stirs it up better than the roughest of oceans Cancel me not already doctored up by censors Keep the truth steady and the history for mentors I only got one question before the judge calls for recess When will you let go of the past? At this rate, America will never last!

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Social Recliner By Steven L Herring Powder puff power trip Words are weapons and my two cents won't cost you a dime It's time Let's climb to the top of the digital podium and break this soapbox over the heads of anyone who would listen to the nickelodeon A quiet man lives a quiet life and I love him for it too Too many traps yammering and stuttering Stanley's clamoring Keep walking and you'll get **** on your shoe! Trust me I work for the government I'm just here to help you Grab a pen and pad and gather round the broken brick establishment We are the embodiment of eye stabbed with stick in Novembers and bitter winter cold in December's ice slick Sick and saddened summer's loss Incarcerated in a Bradburian wet dream in an endless loop like who licked the back of this toad with my tongue, because I am TRIP PING! Every day's dawn drowns dreams and nothing hardly ends up being what it seems But in the end none if it really matters Right, but we're still stuck wiping blood and mud on our jeans So yeah. Say all the things! I'm just gonna head out because I spent the last couple of years trying to untangle but in the end I had to cut all my strings

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Mar 14, 2021

Mar 14, 2021 at 10:04 AM UTC

Social Recliner

Social Recliner By Steven L Herring Powder puff power trip Words are weapons and my two cents won't cost you a dime It's time Let's climb to the top of the digital podium and break this soapbox over the heads of anyone who would listen to the nickelodeon A quiet man lives a quiet life and I love him for it too Too many traps yammering and stuttering Stanley's clamoring Keep walking and you'll get **** on your shoe! Trust me I work for the government I'm just here to help you Grab a pen and pad and gather round the broken brick establishment We are the embodiment of eye stabbed with stick in Novembers and bitter winter cold in December's ice slick Sick and saddened summer's loss Incarcerated in a Bradburian wet dream in an endless loop like who licked the back of this toad with my tongue, because I am TRIP PING! Every day's dawn drowns dreams and nothing hardly ends up being what it seems But in the end none if it really matters Right, but we're still stuck wiping blood and mud on our jeans So yeah. Say all the things! I'm just gonna head out because I spent the last couple of years trying to untangle but in the end I had to cut all my strings

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Plague of Hearts and Minds By Steven L Herring Alone I've always felt it Crowded rooms Human-filled hallways Bars brimming with patrons Everywhere empty inside I could look right through solid mass and see nothing but emptiness and black But now that we're altogether separate, Trapped in our rooms concealed Carrying our will to live gracefully like a burden in our hands I now relish in the fact that we're all here together All of us willingly weeping Shrouded Crowded under the same black cloud Ominous in danger Dangerous together I see you slyly smiling from across the room and our eyes light up while our mouths, masked with paper and cloth crack a secret smile And all of a sudden we're not alone We suffer together under the same black cloud

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Mar 14, 2021

Mar 14, 2021 at 10:03 AM UTC

Plague of Hearts and Minds

Plague of Hearts and Minds By Steven L Herring Alone I've always felt it Crowded rooms Human-filled hallways Bars brimming with patrons Everywhere empty inside I could look right through solid mass and see nothing but emptiness and black But now that we're altogether separate, Trapped in our rooms concealed Carrying our will to live gracefully like a burden in our hands I now relish in the fact that we're all here together All of us willingly weeping Shrouded Crowded under the same black cloud Ominous in danger Dangerous together I see you slyly smiling from across the room and our eyes light up while our mouths, masked with paper and cloth crack a secret smile And all of a sudden we're not alone We suffer together under the same black cloud

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