Poems About Ignorance Published by Members Recently Online
#ignorance
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 11:52pm
19th Nov 2019 11:52pm
The Paste Eater’s Grave
I.
In Goldfield, Nevada
there stands a stone-
unknown man
died eating library paste
July 14, 1908
The postmortem examination
revealed he was starved to death—
would have found the mixture sweet:
flour, water, 60% aluminum;
but, an entire jar a deadly treat
The only thing to his name
was a letter addressed to Ross ...
In Goldfield, Nevada
there stands a stone-
unknown man
died eating library paste
July 14, 1908
The postmortem examination
revealed he was starved to death—
would have found the mixture sweet:
flour, water, 60% aluminum;
but, an entire jar a deadly treat
The only thing to his name
was a letter addressed to Ross ...
#death
#spiritual
#homelessness
#metaphor
#ignorance
1137 reads
31 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 11:52pm
19th Nov 2019 11:52pm
The Paste Eater’s Grave
I.
In Goldfield, Nevada
there stands a stone-
unknown man
died eating library paste
July 14, 1908
The postmortem examination
revealed he was starved to death—
would have found the mixture sweet:
flour, water, 60% aluminum;
but, an entire jar a deadly treat
The only thing to his name
was a letter addressed to Ross ...
In Goldfield, Nevada
there stands a stone-
unknown man
died eating library paste
July 14, 1908
The postmortem examination
revealed he was starved to death—
would have found the mixture sweet:
flour, water, 60% aluminum;
but, an entire jar a deadly treat
The only thing to his name
was a letter addressed to Ross ...
#death
#spiritual
#homelessness
#metaphor
#ignorance
1137 reads
31 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 11:52pm
19th Nov 2019 11:52pm
The Paste Eater’s Grave
I.
In Goldfield, Nevada
there stands a stone-
unknown man
died eating library paste
July 14, 1908
The postmortem examination
revealed he was starved to death—
would have found the mixture sweet:
flour, water, 60% aluminum;
but, an entire jar a deadly treat
The only thing to his name
was a letter addressed to Ross ...
In Goldfield, Nevada
there stands a stone-
unknown man
died eating library paste
July 14, 1908
The postmortem examination
revealed he was starved to death—
would have found the mixture sweet:
flour, water, 60% aluminum;
but, an entire jar a deadly treat
The only thing to his name
was a letter addressed to Ross ...
#death
#spiritual
#homelessness
#metaphor
#ignorance
1137 reads
31 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 11:52pm
19th Nov 2019 11:52pm
The Paste Eater’s Grave
I.
In Goldfield, Nevada
there stands a stone-
unknown man
died eating library paste
July 14, 1908
The postmortem examination
revealed he was starved to death—
would have found the mixture sweet:
flour, water, 60% aluminum;
but, an entire jar a deadly treat
The only thing to his name
was a letter addressed to Ross ...
In Goldfield, Nevada
there stands a stone-
unknown man
died eating library paste
July 14, 1908
The postmortem examination
revealed he was starved to death—
would have found the mixture sweet:
flour, water, 60% aluminum;
but, an entire jar a deadly treat
The only thing to his name
was a letter addressed to Ross ...
#death
#spiritual
#homelessness
#metaphor
#ignorance
1137 reads
31 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 11:52pm
19th Nov 2019 11:52pm
The Paste Eater’s Grave
I.
In Goldfield, Nevada
there stands a stone-
unknown man
died eating library paste
July 14, 1908
The postmortem examination
revealed he was starved to death—
would have found the mixture sweet:
flour, water, 60% aluminum;
but, an entire jar a deadly treat
The only thing to his name
was a letter addressed to Ross ...
In Goldfield, Nevada
there stands a stone-
unknown man
died eating library paste
July 14, 1908
The postmortem examination
revealed he was starved to death—
would have found the mixture sweet:
flour, water, 60% aluminum;
but, an entire jar a deadly treat
The only thing to his name
was a letter addressed to Ross ...
#death
#spiritual
#homelessness
#metaphor
#ignorance
1137 reads
31 Comments
RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 7:53pm
15th Nov 2024 7:53pm
Every hits a bullseye
This is hilarious.
Try bow those strings like Stradivarius.
But I think you missed the point of your own aim.
Without a shred of self reflection or acknowledged self deception.
The irony of it is just insane.
Because in actual fact, once you attacked.
it's clear you were the only one to maim.
I mean honestly, this false dichotomy.
Will leave more than those split by it in twain.
Such a mentality, baseless reality.
As you fall victim to your own blame.
Though it makes sense, serves as recompense.
Always in...
Try bow those strings like Stradivarius.
But I think you missed the point of your own aim.
Without a shred of self reflection or acknowledged self deception.
The irony of it is just insane.
Because in actual fact, once you attacked.
it's clear you were the only one to maim.
I mean honestly, this false dichotomy.
Will leave more than those split by it in twain.
Such a mentality, baseless reality.
As you fall victim to your own blame.
Though it makes sense, serves as recompense.
Always in...
#funny
#ignorance
56 reads
4 Comments
RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 7:53pm
15th Nov 2024 7:53pm
Every hits a bullseye
This is hilarious.
Try bow those strings like Stradivarius.
But I think you missed the point of your own aim.
Without a shred of self reflection or acknowledged self deception.
The irony of it is just insane.
Because in actual fact, once you attacked.
it's clear you were the only one to maim.
I mean honestly, this false dichotomy.
Will leave more than those split by it in twain.
Such a mentality, baseless reality.
As you fall victim to your own blame.
Though it makes sense, serves as recompense.
Always in...
Try bow those strings like Stradivarius.
But I think you missed the point of your own aim.
Without a shred of self reflection or acknowledged self deception.
The irony of it is just insane.
Because in actual fact, once you attacked.
it's clear you were the only one to maim.
I mean honestly, this false dichotomy.
Will leave more than those split by it in twain.
Such a mentality, baseless reality.
As you fall victim to your own blame.
Though it makes sense, serves as recompense.
Always in...
#funny
#ignorance
56 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 1:05am
15th Oct 2024 1:05am
what you’re doing to the memory of the holocaust
don’t have to pick sides, you can’t pretend
that israel isn’t killing thousands more people than hamas
or hezbollah, I just wonder who’ll
be seen as the bad guys, or what it will cost in the end ..
that israel isn’t killing thousands more people than hamas
or hezbollah, I just wonder who’ll
be seen as the bad guys, or what it will cost in the end ..
#ignorance
#politics
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1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 1:05am
15th Oct 2024 1:05am
what you’re doing to the memory of the holocaust
don’t have to pick sides, you can’t pretend
that israel isn’t killing thousands more people than hamas
or hezbollah, I just wonder who’ll
be seen as the bad guys, or what it will cost in the end ..
that israel isn’t killing thousands more people than hamas
or hezbollah, I just wonder who’ll
be seen as the bad guys, or what it will cost in the end ..
#ignorance
#politics
67 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
21st Jul 2022 5:36pm
21st Jul 2022 5:36pm
Count the corn
The anchovy, for lunch,
weighed like bronze
in the messenger's belly.
In his mouth there was a taste
to fungi and gasoline.
He forgot to see the deadline
and now the gastric juice
was to solve.
Because he had to work
spade and lime, like all
the other boys.
Each of them, another
cloth puppet under
the volley of orders
and cries of the rodent,
the one they called chief,
always on the tail.
He felt ridiculous
and out of action, like a rift
in the mold of a cube!
PAR
weighed like bronze
in the messenger's belly.
In his mouth there was a taste
to fungi and gasoline.
He forgot to see the deadline
and now the gastric juice
was to solve.
Because he had to work
spade and lime, like all
the other boys.
Each of them, another
cloth puppet under
the volley of orders
and cries of the rodent,
the one they called chief,
always on the tail.
He felt ridiculous
and out of action, like a rift
in the mold of a cube!
PAR
#LifeStruggles
#ignorance
#FeelingTrapped
#emotional
#bittersweet
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PAR
Poem Published
21st Jul 2022 5:36pm
21st Jul 2022 5:36pm
Count the corn
The anchovy, for lunch,
weighed like bronze
in the messenger's belly.
In his mouth there was a taste
to fungi and gasoline.
He forgot to see the deadline
and now the gastric juice
was to solve.
Because he had to work
spade and lime, like all
the other boys.
Each of them, another
cloth puppet under
the volley of orders
and cries of the rodent,
the one they called chief,
always on the tail.
He felt ridiculous
and out of action, like a rift
in the mold of a cube!
PAR
weighed like bronze
in the messenger's belly.
In his mouth there was a taste
to fungi and gasoline.
He forgot to see the deadline
and now the gastric juice
was to solve.
Because he had to work
spade and lime, like all
the other boys.
Each of them, another
cloth puppet under
the volley of orders
and cries of the rodent,
the one they called chief,
always on the tail.
He felt ridiculous
and out of action, like a rift
in the mold of a cube!
PAR
#LifeStruggles
#ignorance
#FeelingTrapped
#emotional
#bittersweet
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0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
21st Jul 2022 5:36pm
21st Jul 2022 5:36pm
Count the corn
The anchovy, for lunch,
weighed like bronze
in the messenger's belly.
In his mouth there was a taste
to fungi and gasoline.
He forgot to see the deadline
and now the gastric juice
was to solve.
Because he had to work
spade and lime, like all
the other boys.
Each of them, another
cloth puppet under
the volley of orders
and cries of the rodent,
the one they called chief,
always on the tail.
He felt ridiculous
and out of action, like a rift
in the mold of a cube!
PAR
weighed like bronze
in the messenger's belly.
In his mouth there was a taste
to fungi and gasoline.
He forgot to see the deadline
and now the gastric juice
was to solve.
Because he had to work
spade and lime, like all
the other boys.
Each of them, another
cloth puppet under
the volley of orders
and cries of the rodent,
the one they called chief,
always on the tail.
He felt ridiculous
and out of action, like a rift
in the mold of a cube!
PAR
#LifeStruggles
#ignorance
#FeelingTrapped
#emotional
#bittersweet
188 reads
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