"grabble" poems - Hello Poetry

The clouds roll and tear the sky. Flashes of light August on the highway hot weather heat Thump and thunder. Under a construction hat, pour of sweat. The jackhammer in concrete cement spits humidity so thick it mists. The crew starts after sunset no flag person on site steamroller melting road up ahead. A passenger says careful now it’s coming up dogleg bump in the road makes them sway. A cloudburst, deluge instant blindness through orange cones crash landing. Thump and hit ground. Back turned, hit from behind. Pounding on pavement shower of glass August on the highway running in rain knees and elbows bruised hard hat and head cracked. Grabble and thump and hit ground.

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Aug 21, 2013

Aug 21, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC

shannon-10

Dogleg

The clouds roll and tear the sky. Flashes of light August on the highway hot weather heat Thump and thunder. Under a construction hat, pour of sweat. The jackhammer in concrete cement spits humidity so thick it mists. The crew starts after sunset no flag person on site steamroller melting road up ahead. A passenger says careful now it’s coming up dogleg bump in the road makes them sway. A cloudburst, deluge instant blindness through orange cones crash landing. Thump and hit ground. Back turned, hit from behind. Pounding on pavement shower of glass August on the highway running in rain knees and elbows bruised hard hat and head cracked. Grabble and thump and hit ground.

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My summer sweats bloom from a grass rag, Scratch another hardly blasting out a calibrate, Can I break, strap out hacker doozy bluemoors, Caught from an out sound, an out frowned Blackening the coffin sweet cough lubricate, Shackle high tops on pipe dream loft shakers, Clover feelers, four hitter on lucky seven collar, Depth sin protector, **** I ain't wrath looter, Nor do poppa sizes on some puke lips locker, Key switch for gates hellish donor, back loner, Course you see, I seek seep suckled ***** Not some subtle soul (gap in skirt) poker, Forever reaching lines, bust knuckle lifters, Cracked rage like Nile is flooding wealths curlers, Jewel duplicate for ruby cuts on roofless lust, Symbolise another and I'll grabble force an honour, Sober up soppy crotch rummage coper, Scan cell prison ament Scholar's "repent!" Mace battle X axel swop blunt round passel, Cost more on pepper rubber rock relation, Patient prep operation, cramp dilation, Dial engage **** sudden blocked injection. Cast nocturnals ominous above monuments, Men fall like weak's race for joy's division, Attend pro's vision, pure as skies probations, Pack pampers protection tracks premonition, Flat lines before lap times, clenching half rhymes, Hop hotter than blues croft in dusks knots,

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Feb 26, 2014

Feb 26, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC

boy-gaskell

Summer Sweats

My summer sweats bloom from a grass rag, Scratch another hardly blasting out a calibrate, Can I break, strap out hacker doozy bluemoors, Caught from an out sound, an out frowned Blackening the coffin sweet cough lubricate, Shackle high tops on pipe dream loft shakers, Clover feelers, four hitter on lucky seven collar, Depth sin protector, **** I ain't wrath looter, Nor do poppa sizes on some puke lips locker, Key switch for gates hellish donor, back loner, Course you see, I seek seep suckled ***** Not some subtle soul (gap in skirt) poker, Forever reaching lines, bust knuckle lifters, Cracked rage like Nile is flooding wealths curlers, Jewel duplicate for ruby cuts on roofless lust, Symbolise another and I'll grabble force an honour, Sober up soppy crotch rummage coper, Scan cell prison ament Scholar's "repent!" Mace battle X axel swop blunt round passel, Cost more on pepper rubber rock relation, Patient prep operation, cramp dilation, Dial engage **** sudden blocked injection. Cast nocturnals ominous above monuments, Men fall like weak's race for joy's division, Attend pro's vision, pure as skies probations, Pack pampers protection tracks premonition, Flat lines before lap times, clenching half rhymes, Hop hotter than blues croft in dusks knots,

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She would hank up on my left side Listening to my breathing Like You, she loved to grabble To take care of my health, You're cared about it too Unlike You, she’s got an apprehension of old science fiction movies And she often stared at me while I was dozing or watching a film. Jokingly, I would draw her attention: - Look! Advertising for "Elvita cakes"! We were laughing. I understood that stare. Because of You. While we were walking in the winter, you wanted to be on my right side And You would let me slip my hand into the pocket of your coat. I'd watched you tread, with rosy cheeks Hair pulled into a bun I would stare. You would ask - what ?! Nothing, I would answer. (your smile, you fool) In the first months we photographed ourselves With a cheap film camera And photos were in color On photos, You turn out magically. I brought along the album with these photos of you While I train traveled in dawn, for the semester verification. I stared, while the coupe was empty. In the city I bumped into a former, older, more experienced colleague We both worked in a bookstore and his father teached literature. I told him about the new poems, the new job after old bookstore and that I'm in a relationship. I showed him your photo, the most beautiful one. He froze. Then he said with a smile: You are going to be so ****** up when this relationship ends ...so ****** up. And he, as always, was right. I was ******* I didn’t tell you about the album and the train I let you speak about musicians You were not pleased because I didn’t understood the song of Leonard Cohen completely And I wasn’t pleased not knowing for the comicbook which will essentially explain the two of us. You become cold, distant. You left in February, after the literary evening You were a bit surprised that I gave You a book, gift with a dedication Although I was (un) consciously conscious of what awaits for me soon. I didn’t complicate. I got up, kissed You on the forehead, and I went towards the station and to take a bottle of beer. Where are you going, You asked. Pulled me by the sleeve. Tightened me. We struggled for a few seconds. Stopped. You wanted to see me off, to see how the train departs slowly, leaving How train wagon becomes a point in the distance that disappears in the fog. Of course, it was your way. Now we both have a cult episode of Dylan Dog Comicbook called " The Long Goodbye " There is also a scene at the train station And I finally realized Leonard After the first empty bottle.

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Jul 4, 2016

Jul 4, 2016 at 7:06 AM UTC

marko-antic

The Long Goodbye

She would hank up on my left side Listening to my breathing Like You, she loved to grabble To take care of my health, You're cared about it too Unlike You, she’s got an apprehension of old science fiction movies And she often stared at me while I was dozing or watching a film. Jokingly, I would draw her attention: - Look! Advertising for "Elvita cakes"! We were laughing. I understood that stare. Because of You. While we were walking in the winter, you wanted to be on my right side And You would let me slip my hand into the pocket of your coat. I'd watched you tread, with rosy cheeks Hair pulled into a bun I would stare. You would ask - what ?! Nothing, I would answer. (your smile, you fool) In the first months we photographed ourselves With a cheap film camera And photos were in color On photos, You turn out magically. I brought along the album with these photos of you While I train traveled in dawn, for the semester verification. I stared, while the coupe was empty. In the city I bumped into a former, older, more experienced colleague We both worked in a bookstore and his father teached literature. I told him about the new poems, the new job after old bookstore and that I'm in a relationship. I showed him your photo, the most beautiful one. He froze. Then he said with a smile: You are going to be so ****** up when this relationship ends ...so ****** up. And he, as always, was right. I was ******* I didn’t tell you about the album and the train I let you speak about musicians You were not pleased because I didn’t understood the song of Leonard Cohen completely And I wasn’t pleased not knowing for the comicbook which will essentially explain the two of us. You become cold, distant. You left in February, after the literary evening You were a bit surprised that I gave You a book, gift with a dedication Although I was (un) consciously conscious of what awaits for me soon. I didn’t complicate. I got up, kissed You on the forehead, and I went towards the station and to take a bottle of beer. Where are you going, You asked. Pulled me by the sleeve. Tightened me. We struggled for a few seconds. Stopped. You wanted to see me off, to see how the train departs slowly, leaving How train wagon becomes a point in the distance that disappears in the fog. Of course, it was your way. Now we both have a cult episode of Dylan Dog Comicbook called " The Long Goodbye " There is also a scene at the train station And I finally realized Leonard After the first empty bottle.

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Along the path of definite course No repent, no sense of remorse All she know is action, promise River converges to a distant ocean. No question of dictator’s levity Negative, negative this time the gravity Marshaled by ostensible banks Pointed Grabble makes the poignant All she know is action, promise River converges to a distant ocean. Stream, wears, canal or notches All counts for philanthropy Against the odds still reclusive Slavish devotion but pain legacy. All she know is action, promise River converges to a distant ocean. But she keeps the motive clear To attain the grace continue the voyage Million stars to play the role One grace that unites the whole And one day she meets the goal Proved the actions, keep the all All she know is action, promise River converges to a distant ocean.

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Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC

tarun

The River

Along the path of definite course No repent, no sense of remorse All she know is action, promise River converges to a distant ocean. No question of dictator’s levity Negative, negative this time the gravity Marshaled by ostensible banks Pointed Grabble makes the poignant All she know is action, promise River converges to a distant ocean. Stream, wears, canal or notches All counts for philanthropy Against the odds still reclusive Slavish devotion but pain legacy. All she know is action, promise River converges to a distant ocean. But she keeps the motive clear To attain the grace continue the voyage Million stars to play the role One grace that unites the whole And one day she meets the goal Proved the actions, keep the all All she know is action, promise River converges to a distant ocean.

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why Flora in acanthocephalan there'd grabble backfield in motion again but to get worm its relief when probiotic does savor a vowel to scrabble and hemidemisemiquaver a righteous joint scalar intermingle also with mullah

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Jan 3, 2018

Jan 3, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC

poetman

A Ticket

why Flora in acanthocephalan there'd grabble backfield in motion again but to get worm its relief when probiotic does savor a vowel to scrabble and hemidemisemiquaver a righteous joint scalar intermingle also with mullah

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