Quotes about grimy, page 2
Stand In Shit
Beaujolais in paper cups
Beside an alley dumpster
Beneath a praying streetlight—
Holding hands in a grimy city,
Midnight still feels romantic
In the flowerless void;
I always expected
I’d stand in shit
But still write about love
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Waxed dreams
Broken crayon
grimy orange,
Smudges of
dirt, of love,
of hope of angst.
Smooth, waxed
long-ago childish
dreams.
Colourful, vibrant
(now dulled)
memories of
candy-luminous
clouds and infantile
simplicity.
Broken dreams.
Or a broken
red crayon,
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poem by Ballerina With Fins
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The Dove
Out of the sunshine and out of the heat,
Out of the dust of the grimy street,
A song fluttered down in the form of a dove,
And it bore me a message, the one word--Love!
Ah, I was toiling, and oh, I was sad:
I had forgotten the way to be glad.
Now, smiles for my sadness and for my toil, rest
Since the dove fluttered down to its home in my breast!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Crucifix
we, who walk with shoulders bent,
leaving bloody footprints in the snow.
our very lives a crucifix, by design,
our hunger unabated by the stars...
pray with calloused hands grimy
with the work of the heart.
whispered deaths lost to the wind,
nothing held back, or denied...
we, who walk with shoulders bent,
leaving bloody footprints in the snow...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Anterotics
Laughs the happy April morn
Thro' my grimy, little window,
And a shaft of sunshine pushes
Thro' the shadows in the square.
Dogs are tracing thro' the grass,
Crows are cawing round the chimneys,
In and out among the washing
Goes the West at hide-and-seek.
Loud and cheerful clangs the bell.
Here the nurses troop to breakfast.
Handsome, ugly, all are women . . .
O, the Spring-the Spring-the Spring!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Anterotics
Laughs the happy April morn
Thro' my grimy, little window,
And a shaft of sunshine pushes
Thro' the shadows in the square.
Dogs are tracing thro' the grass,
Crows are cawing round the chimneys,
In and out among the washing
Goes the West at hide-and-seek.
Loud and cheerful clangs the bell.
Here the nurses troop to breakfast.
Handsome, ugly, all are women . . .
O, the Spring--the Spring--the Spring!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Fast Food Hell
Everyday I am forced to sell,
Fast food in this fast food hell,
Greasy burgers with ingredients unknown,
I’m behind the grimy counter, all alone.
Little kids with whiny voices,
Line up for the kid meal choices,
Soccer moms with mini vans,
Men with ‘blackberries, “Look no hands! ”
Everyone from everywhere,
They all come to jeer and stare,
At I, the unfortunate employee,
Trapped in burger hell, and never free.
poem by Amity Willows
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True/False
The sky is purple through my eyes,
A bright collage of everythingness.
I see that you're staring at me,
But I don't believe that anything is wrong.
I believe that the truth is full of holes,
And the lies are more truthful than the truth.
I believe that anyone can tell a lie,
But it takes someone special to tell the truth.
I see the grimy green lining to the clouds-
Maybe there's some truth/lies to my insanity.
poem by Airohng Liebe
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Being At Best Human!
i go to the church of human need,
pray to the God inside each face,
inside trembling calloused hands....
in tears on battle worn faces.
inside the broken hearted,
the beaten down, and the abused.
in the addicts need, the murderer's
repentance, inside evry child.
in the stray dog's lonesome....
in the cheater's remorse....
in those too tired to be
anything other than honest....
in naked sweaty grimy humanity
being at best human!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Cant Get No Justice
black man
in them poverty chains
cant get no justice
in them sterile white courts.
blue collar man
in them grimy working chains
cant get no justice
in them insulated courts.
freedom man
in them speak out chains
cant get no justice
in them walled off courts.
poor woman, ha!
in them second class chains
cant get no justice
in them man-god courts.
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poem by Eric Cockrell
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