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Low End Poetry

  • Under The Street Light

    Under the street lamp By its wrought iron postWilting flowers sitUnattendedIn a waterless glass jarSomeone placed them thereTo be seen up closeAnd ...
  • The Last Nails

    Life goes byat the speed of lightI am with a strangerLiving his liepulling him closerHolding him tight My chin on his shoulderSo there's nothing to...
  • The Quiet Servant

    An incredible spiritBorn to help25 Years a nurseThe rest of her timeNow assisting the dyingA kinder heartWith such grace, I can tell,She has been a...
  • Some Days

    Some days I wonder why is itThat no matter how old I getI still don't want to be all setWhy is it that some have it allAnd some have nothing at all...
  • The Weekenders

    The weekendersdark angels with black wingsCovered with white feathersTime traveling wanderersout to fish for peopleLike you and INo need for rods o...
  • Roseland 05091992

    I held an angel in my arms I held him tight Despite everyone Had hands all over him Despite the plight I held an angel in my arms Like a girl hold...
  • One Last Breath

    I watch the days go byLike a paper plane that struggles to flyI watch the weeks thinking of our last goodbyethen the months sure feel like a mounta...
  • The Usual Fool

    When I hold my breath and close my eyes to think it through I know I'm always falling in love with just an idea of you I'm ever the hopeful But lif...
  • Satin for Satan

    I know I was lost and that's when you struck we were laying down in the back of your truckWatching the black moon riseYou took me to your cabinRipp...
  • The Dive Bar Hound

    The dive bar houndlooking for thrillsIs where he's foundTaking a few pillsHe's always ready for another roundQuestionable womenAnd Punk rock soundA...
  • 50% Kinder

    Be 50 % kinder with yourself, you sayBut let me ask you, if I mayWhy am I not finding lovelike all the fairy tales say?All I want is to smileInstea...
  • When I Believe

    When I believeI can see us in the darkholding handsAnd dance like in a painting At the Museum Of Modern ArtWhen I believeI can hear the soundsof si...