"crump" poems - Hello Poetry

Red Bed Lead Head Gob Rob Sob Mob Flit Fit Bit Writ Ooze Cruise Choose Lose Glut **** Rut Mutt Ace Race Space Face Haze Craze Daze Maze Crump **** Dump Slump Wipe Ripe Snipe Tripe Dub Grub Tub Hub Gnaw Draw Flaw Saw Gape Ape Tape Vape Lick Sick Nick Pick Flop Plop Drop Mop Age Rage Sage Page Bend Tend Mend End

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Dec 21, 2015

Dec 21, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC

commuter-poet

Beat 64

Red Bed Lead Head Gob Rob Sob Mob Flit Fit Bit Writ Ooze Cruise Choose Lose Glut **** Rut Mutt Ace Race Space Face Haze Craze Daze Maze Crump **** Dump Slump Wipe Ripe Snipe Tripe Dub Grub Tub Hub Gnaw Draw Flaw Saw Gape Ape Tape Vape Lick Sick Nick Pick Flop Plop Drop Mop Age Rage Sage Page Bend Tend Mend End

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KABUL, Afghanistan scorching sun phantoms of heat drifting above the roadway Col. Geoff Parker, 42 "rising star" perched in the command vehicle proudly on guard Taliban wild rush -- crump waves of heat and fire spinning debris "This barbaric act of aggression" anger and outrage desert wind flutters tattered and scorched fatigues "It's always unfortunate" reek of charred flesh guttering flames unfortunate

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Aug 24, 2010

Aug 24, 2010 at 9:09 AM UTC

jesse-bourque

Too often in the news

KABUL, Afghanistan scorching sun phantoms of heat drifting above the roadway Col. Geoff Parker, 42 "rising star" perched in the command vehicle proudly on guard Taliban wild rush -- crump waves of heat and fire spinning debris "This barbaric act of aggression" anger and outrage desert wind flutters tattered and scorched fatigues "It's always unfortunate" reek of charred flesh guttering flames unfortunate

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1. Donald John Trump Just sits on his **** As his deplorables feast On whatever he tweets 2. Donald John Trump Is wicked and plump But not nice and fat Just more an ****** 3. Donald John Trump Has a **** that's a stump Women won't take him to bed So he grabs their ******* instead 4. Donald John Trump Owns a golden sewage pump Except it can't keep pace With all the **** from his face 5. Donald John Trump Is a cancerous lump On America's nose That really must go 6. Donald John Trump Never gets a fist bump His hands are so small We can't find them at all 7. Donald John Trump Is a foul putrid clump Who makes us quite sick Bragging about the size of his **** 8. Donald John Trump Really likes to **** Women without their consent And he'll never repent 9. Donald John Trump Is a mean old grump Who tells people they're stupid But we know who the fool is 10. Donald John Trump It'd be best if he jumped From the top of his tower Since he's always so glower 11. Donald John Trump Is a dim witted chump Whose head is quite large Though Russia put him charge 12. Donald John Trump Likes to take a dump On hookers while snorting blow Many people are saying so 13. Donald John Trump Is in a terrible slump He can't even enjoy his throne Because the press won't leave him alone 14. Donald John Trump Only wants to flump In a chair with women kneeling After a long hard day of stealing 15. Donald John Trump His voice makes a crump Like the sound of an engine Or last breath of a dying pigeon 16. Donald John Trump Would never date a frump Just nines and tens Preferably ones who're quite dim 17. Donald John Trump Has just a cold swampy sump But unlike humans no heart in his chest He still says it's the best 18. Donald John Trump Is a clownish orange schlump Who said he'd make America great But just stoked up a lot of hate 19. Donald John Trump Always gives a nasty thump To anyone who disagrees Or gives facts to counter lies he believes

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Jan 25, 2017

Jan 25, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC

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Jul 7, 2015

Jul 7, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC

jenniferiu

THE MIGHTY FOLLY

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Bullies By: Ben Crump I feel their judging glares As i am walking down the hall they stare People boasting about themselves, But i sit back and conceal I hear the people talking behind my back Being hit with a brick, but i try to stay on track The ones who pass me They don't know my story But they will never know How much it can hurt It starts to get worse Teasing turns to bullying Pushing me when they notice me Their intentions unknown I try to ignore them But they just get harder It starts to turn more physical They start to hit me I feel the bruises forming I try to tell the counselors They say “There probably just playing” I try to tell my parents They say “You’re overreacting” Stress builds up in me I cry myself to sleep My grades start to drop The pain keeps growing I try to tell them to stop But they just get harder One by one they join My friends see right past it One day we got in a fight Throwing punches, pow, slap It ended up badly for me, On the floor bleeding The color of the blood Was a rising sun The blood was gushing out As fast as a geyser I laid there for what felt like hours But it was only minutes I pick myself up out of a puddle of blood Excruciating pain rushed through my body The fighters were gone I limp and wadle my way To some help, because i can't stay I crawled my way to the nearest door I juggled the handle It didn't move I try the next the door, the same happens I start to panic Fear spikes through me Blood still spilling I let out a scream Blood curdling scream pierced the silence Echoing through the halls I start to hear footsteps They were coming closer I start to black out The last thing i saw was a face I wake up in a hospital bed An IV stuck to my arm Stitches everywhere Bandages everywhere My mom walks in She sees i am awake She says i am going to be ok But am i truly The police rule the injuries as just an accident When i heard that i was enraged I try to tell everyone it wasn’t But they don't believe me I don't know what happens In the outside world Because i am attached in a hospital bed I start to become transparent I start losing friends The doctor prescribes me opioids Hoping addiction doesn't add to injury I take them anyways Because i can't bear the pain Yes it sounds like i am whining But i am telling my story for a reason Bullying is the worst thing in our schools And only you can stop it I know i will remember everything And i hope they will never forget Because i now have scars for life And am in a hospital bed At the age of 14

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May 3, 2018

May 3, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC

BeensPoetry

Bullies

Bullies By: Ben Crump I feel their judging glares As i am walking down the hall they stare People boasting about themselves, But i sit back and conceal I hear the people talking behind my back Being hit with a brick, but i try to stay on track The ones who pass me They don't know my story But they will never know How much it can hurt It starts to get worse Teasing turns to bullying Pushing me when they notice me Their intentions unknown I try to ignore them But they just get harder It starts to turn more physical They start to hit me I feel the bruises forming I try to tell the counselors They say “There probably just playing” I try to tell my parents They say “You’re overreacting” Stress builds up in me I cry myself to sleep My grades start to drop The pain keeps growing I try to tell them to stop But they just get harder One by one they join My friends see right past it One day we got in a fight Throwing punches, pow, slap It ended up badly for me, On the floor bleeding The color of the blood Was a rising sun The blood was gushing out As fast as a geyser I laid there for what felt like hours But it was only minutes I pick myself up out of a puddle of blood Excruciating pain rushed through my body The fighters were gone I limp and wadle my way To some help, because i can't stay I crawled my way to the nearest door I juggled the handle It didn't move I try the next the door, the same happens I start to panic Fear spikes through me Blood still spilling I let out a scream Blood curdling scream pierced the silence Echoing through the halls I start to hear footsteps They were coming closer I start to black out The last thing i saw was a face I wake up in a hospital bed An IV stuck to my arm Stitches everywhere Bandages everywhere My mom walks in She sees i am awake She says i am going to be ok But am i truly The police rule the injuries as just an accident When i heard that i was enraged I try to tell everyone it wasn’t But they don't believe me I don't know what happens In the outside world Because i am attached in a hospital bed I start to become transparent I start losing friends The doctor prescribes me opioids Hoping addiction doesn't add to injury I take them anyways Because i can't bear the pain Yes it sounds like i am whining But i am telling my story for a reason Bullying is the worst thing in our schools And only you can stop it I know i will remember everything And i hope they will never forget Because i now have scars for life And am in a hospital bed At the age of 14

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Remembrance Day / Veterans' Day - 3 Bad Morning, Viet-Nam No music calls a teenager to war; There is no American Bandstand of death, No bugles sound a glorious John Wayne charge For corpses floating down the Vam Co Tay No rockin’ sounds for all the bodies bagged No “Gerry Owen” to accompany Obscene screams in the hot, rain-rotting night. Bullets do not **** Mortars do not crump. There is no rattle of musketry. The racket and the horror are concussive. Men – boys, really – do not choose to die, “Willingly sacrifice their lives,” that lie; They just writhe in blood, on a gunboat deck Painted to Navy specifications.

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Nov 5, 2017

Nov 5, 2017 at 4:02 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

Remembrance Day / Veterans' Day - 3, Bad Morning, Viet-Nam

Remembrance Day / Veterans' Day - 3 Bad Morning, Viet-Nam No music calls a teenager to war; There is no American Bandstand of death, No bugles sound a glorious John Wayne charge For corpses floating down the Vam Co Tay No rockin’ sounds for all the bodies bagged No “Gerry Owen” to accompany Obscene screams in the hot, rain-rotting night. Bullets do not **** Mortars do not crump. There is no rattle of musketry. The racket and the horror are concussive. Men – boys, really – do not choose to die, “Willingly sacrifice their lives,” that lie; They just writhe in blood, on a gunboat deck Painted to Navy specifications.

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Bad Morning, Viet-Nam No music calls a teenager to war; There is no American Bandstand of death, No bugles sound a glorious John Wayne charge For corpses floating down the Vam Co Tay No rockin’ sounds for all the bodies bagged No “Gerry Owen” to accompany Obscene screams in the hot, rain-rotting night. Bullets do not whiz. Mortars do not crump. There is no thin rattle of musketry. The racket and the horror are concussive. Men – boys, really – do not choose to die, “Willingly sacrifice their lives,” that lie; They just writhe in blood, on a gunboat deck Painted to Navy specifications.

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May 28, 2017

May 28, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

Memorial Day II: Bad Morning, Viet-Nam

Bad Morning, Viet-Nam No music calls a teenager to war; There is no American Bandstand of death, No bugles sound a glorious John Wayne charge For corpses floating down the Vam Co Tay No rockin’ sounds for all the bodies bagged No “Gerry Owen” to accompany Obscene screams in the hot, rain-rotting night. Bullets do not whiz. Mortars do not crump. There is no thin rattle of musketry. The racket and the horror are concussive. Men – boys, really – do not choose to die, “Willingly sacrifice their lives,” that lie; They just writhe in blood, on a gunboat deck Painted to Navy specifications.

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