#popsicles - Hello Poetry

I opened up Dumped out the words Kicked them hard For the sound I heard Crack ! goes the breaking ribs There is no pity that I give Stomped then flat Stretched then out Made them squeal Then I made them shout I grabbed them by the naked throat Squeezed so hard I made them choke I made pain flash in their eyes I made them pay for all their lies Hot fear sweated out Red blood dripped cold without a doubt I made them wish they had never said Before I made A morgue , of the page

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Sep 8, 2015

Sep 8, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC

South-by-Southwest

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I opened up Dumped out the words Kicked them hard For the sound I heard Crack ! goes the breaking ribs There is no pity that I give Stomped then flat Stretched then out Made them squeal Then I made them shout I grabbed them by the naked throat Squeezed so hard I made them choke I made pain flash in their eyes I made them pay for all their lies Hot fear sweated out Red blood dripped cold without a doubt I made them wish they had never said Before I made A morgue , of the page

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It's a hot day, So hot that the sweat on my back evaporates before it really has a chance to stink. My only true friend in this feverish heat is not my broken AC, or my broken spirit, but this popsicle in my hand. When I was a smaller person with a smaller brain, and a bigger heart, all I wanted was the flavor. Now I am older, smarter, and unfortunatly more in tune with the heat. All I want now is this icy pop in my hand, and maybe a fan too.

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May 11, 2015

May 11, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC

bombin-bean

Icy Pops

It's a hot day, So hot that the sweat on my back evaporates before it really has a chance to stink. My only true friend in this feverish heat is not my broken AC, or my broken spirit, but this popsicle in my hand. When I was a smaller person with a smaller brain, and a bigger heart, all I wanted was the flavor. Now I am older, smarter, and unfortunatly more in tune with the heat. All I want now is this icy pop in my hand, and maybe a fan too.

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Forgotten Popsicle stick Dominates in ashtray. He broke it in half once But it's been there a while. He remembered. Spending summer night. Outside- While his dad Smoked in chains; Wisps dusting Humid air. They just talked. Cigarettes devoured, Popsicles slurped And bitten, Even as sensitive Teeth screamed, Each left Distinct tastes on the lips. The ashtray began to crowd, Butts piled high. But he'd found a perch For Popsicle stick Stained blue. But then his dad moved out. And Popsicles Soon turned to cigarettes, That lone stick Being one of the last. Eventually he dumped the tray, To get rid of his dad and Make room for his own addiction.

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Sep 26, 2014

Sep 26, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC

olivia-mccann

Last Popsicle

Forgotten Popsicle stick Dominates in ashtray. He broke it in half once But it's been there a while. He remembered. Spending summer night. Outside- While his dad Smoked in chains; Wisps dusting Humid air. They just talked. Cigarettes devoured, Popsicles slurped And bitten, Even as sensitive Teeth screamed, Each left Distinct tastes on the lips. The ashtray began to crowd, Butts piled high. But he'd found a perch For Popsicle stick Stained blue. But then his dad moved out. And Popsicles Soon turned to cigarettes, That lone stick Being one of the last. Eventually he dumped the tray, To get rid of his dad and Make room for his own addiction.

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What was it he said while we sat on the bench Saturn glimpsed down, considering proposal but Mars reflected in his own vanity, said no preemptively. Popsicle boy flicked his hair off his forehead and asked the sun why he was so bored. "22 thousand civilian casualties in Iran and we don’t even give a **** Thousands of homeless in this city alone. How is that possible?" He pointed at a lightning bug. "I can plant as many community gardens as I want, it still doesn’t make a difference!"

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Jul 10, 2014

Jul 10, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC

felicia-c

Dubbed

What was it he said while we sat on the bench Saturn glimpsed down, considering proposal but Mars reflected in his own vanity, said no preemptively. Popsicle boy flicked his hair off his forehead and asked the sun why he was so bored. "22 thousand civilian casualties in Iran and we don’t even give a **** Thousands of homeless in this city alone. How is that possible?" He pointed at a lightning bug. "I can plant as many community gardens as I want, it still doesn’t make a difference!"

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