"clapse" poems - Hello Poetry

Rolling rocks revealing the undead hopping toward you, eggs instantaneously hatching out the *** Boney insects with floppy ears and jawless mandible traps chasing rats through the sewer. During the injection trials in the BT building, I always thought of life as a rat. Post-extinction forefathers grimacing at the notion of our slimy, oppressive fingers gripping their tired rib cages. Claws clapse decisively. Box one. Bucket. Box two. Repeat.

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Jun 26, 2015

Jun 26, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC

Gadus

Rat Country Revisted

Rolling rocks revealing the undead hopping toward you, eggs instantaneously hatching out the *** Boney insects with floppy ears and jawless mandible traps chasing rats through the sewer. During the injection trials in the BT building, I always thought of life as a rat. Post-extinction forefathers grimacing at the notion of our slimy, oppressive fingers gripping their tired rib cages. Claws clapse decisively. Box one. Bucket. Box two. Repeat.

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Feather & ink stunting Mount levi homage Pressure seep breath down-under prom a colm-sink Promise ****** weary clapse applause crash groom guage Pressure weep mag-hindsight emotions chaff link Panegyrize grotto seer like'n cinque Birth of the star of the righteous calling Death chant plead Slumber -lock- Key welm kept falling

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Aug 20, 2017

Aug 20, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC

Raidle

Augur

Feather & ink stunting Mount levi homage Pressure seep breath down-under prom a colm-sink Promise ****** weary clapse applause crash groom guage Pressure weep mag-hindsight emotions chaff link Panegyrize grotto seer like'n cinque Birth of the star of the righteous calling Death chant plead Slumber -lock- Key welm kept falling

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A faint glimmer of last nights shadowt mis(+) Clutches to weary & arms to stealth away thy alms Not steal but (seath)sieve Bedowing morning clapse on morning way side hills while voices murmur wind breaks on wall As click to click, like snow bal rose & trickle dow acquesent .... bell rings & neawly fonder toward... deeping in sights om in ~(re)prose, nay but a + condessed repression tide bay thee wake &- glapse to horizon sun kist eye for there wed thee & make of what rebedded to bloom of this old wood

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Aug 4, 2017

Aug 4, 2017 at 4:40 PM UTC

Raidle

Sunset had to dawn

A faint glimmer of last nights shadowt mis(+) Clutches to weary & arms to stealth away thy alms Not steal but (seath)sieve Bedowing morning clapse on morning way side hills while voices murmur wind breaks on wall As click to click, like snow bal rose & trickle dow acquesent .... bell rings & neawly fonder toward... deeping in sights om in ~(re)prose, nay but a + condessed repression tide bay thee wake &- glapse to horizon sun kist eye for there wed thee & make of what rebedded to bloom of this old wood

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I see people who wax and wane, who are once kind, but then come to doubt themselves. Perhaps there is no such thing as Love. But, if there is, it comes and leaves souls untouched. Gentle thing? I imagine people go entire lives without warmth, who were shunted so, so as to subsist on merry blows. Would a loving God clapse her hands down in Law? Be there some poor chap who fits the bill, t’would be one who is the master of none. Retribution is a troubling thing.

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Mar 13, 2019

Mar 13, 2019 at 10:58 PM UTC

sean-fitzpatrick

Quiet People

I see people who wax and wane, who are once kind, but then come to doubt themselves. Perhaps there is no such thing as Love. But, if there is, it comes and leaves souls untouched. Gentle thing? I imagine people go entire lives without warmth, who were shunted so, so as to subsist on merry blows. Would a loving God clapse her hands down in Law? Be there some poor chap who fits the bill, t’would be one who is the master of none. Retribution is a troubling thing.

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