"hench" poems - Hello Poetry

lanky gal in swelter garb tummy foaming out barbed and fumed punk but no feud with a hench of post adolescent scents and cradling a foppy doll of a rat dog kibbling chancers stop and ghop in adoration at the indulged pup coddled on its back and in its 'mamas' arms its peddling limbs faffing with the hot air and attention

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Jun 22, 2025

Jun 22, 2025 at 10:10 PM UTC

neth-jones

observation of a pocket dog

lanky gal in swelter garb tummy foaming out barbed and fumed punk but no feud with a hench of post adolescent scents and cradling a foppy doll of a rat dog kibbling chancers stop and ghop in adoration at the indulged pup coddled on its back and in its 'mamas' arms its peddling limbs faffing with the hot air and attention

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Today, I met the son of a rag picker. working at a landfill talks about a Biogas tomb, but does not know that he sits on a methane bomb. Talks about the suffering of animals, while he suffers from toxins, redeems every moment of his life for indefinite sins. Shoves through the rotten corpses and befriends the scavengers, he wears a stained Spencer and soiled wayfarers. His eyes are jaundiced, given the stench, climbs the dirt, while his body starves but his hands are hench. He looks curiously at my white glowing skin, laughs at my soft palms throbbing on a dustbin. He burns the crap, and high goes the flame, snuffs out his little life, with this every day precarious game. He bathes in sewer and eats near the crap, he talks of the other day when he fell off the fill and his leg got snapped. He is sliced at places and stabbed for stealing *** he earns his bread while others of his age mug a shot. Authorities for his welfare complain about the aroma, he worships this place as his life’s dogma. Someday I wish may he smell the green grass, wear a uniform and attend the chemistry class. Prejudice he may, for the upcoming generations, who spend a summer day carrying out these gnarly operations. May fair go his skin and clean run his blood, he is the saving grace, my new stench bud.

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Mar 24, 2018

Mar 24, 2018 at 3:06 AM UTC

AnkitBhardwaj

Stench Bud

Today, I met the son of a rag picker. working at a landfill talks about a Biogas tomb, but does not know that he sits on a methane bomb. Talks about the suffering of animals, while he suffers from toxins, redeems every moment of his life for indefinite sins. Shoves through the rotten corpses and befriends the scavengers, he wears a stained Spencer and soiled wayfarers. His eyes are jaundiced, given the stench, climbs the dirt, while his body starves but his hands are hench. He looks curiously at my white glowing skin, laughs at my soft palms throbbing on a dustbin. He burns the crap, and high goes the flame, snuffs out his little life, with this every day precarious game. He bathes in sewer and eats near the crap, he talks of the other day when he fell off the fill and his leg got snapped. He is sliced at places and stabbed for stealing *** he earns his bread while others of his age mug a shot. Authorities for his welfare complain about the aroma, he worships this place as his life’s dogma. Someday I wish may he smell the green grass, wear a uniform and attend the chemistry class. Prejudice he may, for the upcoming generations, who spend a summer day carrying out these gnarly operations. May fair go his skin and clean run his blood, he is the saving grace, my new stench bud.

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Vegetable Get a table to eat the fruits of your labour while it's acceptable The chance that you will reap the harvest again is probable You sowed the seed on good soil, you must have read the parable The feeling of tasting your success must be delectable Wrench The tools you use to pull and **** will make you hench The weight on your mind motivates you to hit the bench High intensity workout leaving you with thirst to quench Hydrate yourself, don't sweat it, perspiration leaves a stench Xenophobia A fear of people of all races living in utopia The fear of long words is sesquipedalophobia A loop of horror, two fears that cause a mental dystopia I need abundance and nourishment, pass me the cornucopia Yield Why surrender freedom when you can run in a field Protect me from the evil ones, I need a holy shield A massive sword of words is much easier to wield No blood after the battle, no scars to be healed Zen I'm about to state something important, get a pen Be young at heart, look at life as if you were ten Question everything, when you get the answer ask again Deception is at large, don't get thrown into the lions den

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Apr 14, 2019

Apr 14, 2019 at 2:52 PM UTC

Liquidgold

Word association 5

Vegetable Get a table to eat the fruits of your labour while it's acceptable The chance that you will reap the harvest again is probable You sowed the seed on good soil, you must have read the parable The feeling of tasting your success must be delectable Wrench The tools you use to pull and **** will make you hench The weight on your mind motivates you to hit the bench High intensity workout leaving you with thirst to quench Hydrate yourself, don't sweat it, perspiration leaves a stench Xenophobia A fear of people of all races living in utopia The fear of long words is sesquipedalophobia A loop of horror, two fears that cause a mental dystopia I need abundance and nourishment, pass me the cornucopia Yield Why surrender freedom when you can run in a field Protect me from the evil ones, I need a holy shield A massive sword of words is much easier to wield No blood after the battle, no scars to be healed Zen I'm about to state something important, get a pen Be young at heart, look at life as if you were ten Question everything, when you get the answer ask again Deception is at large, don't get thrown into the lions den

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