The Price of Life
Poem About Life They still pick his pieces off the pavement, Careen. Puzzle pieces pick such somber songs. Astonished explanations, all strewn insides, vacant Empty manhood. Cheating mothers leave only nothing. Here he flies...
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Poem About Life They still pick his pieces off the pavement, Careen. Puzzle pieces pick such somber songs. Astonished explanations, all strewn insides, vacant Empty manhood. Cheating mothers leave only nothing. Here he flies...
Poem I am a constant wanderer Whose home is scattered And whose feet never rest Among the numerous roads I have an urge to get lost I am a constant wanderer Whose limits are...
Poem Freedom – my shelter, my home! I forgot your kissing winds, I forgot your caressing hands. The way you make my heart pulse and throb, the way I am reaching out to...
Poem A new moon glistened And as we listened We could hear the virgins cry The gods were baying for their blood Up in the velvet sky The goat and the bull and...
Poem To what destiny of mine I ask , O conscript fathers, so that I may have this query rejoined. I tour the western rim of the fluvius Tiberis as night pursues the...
They are full today. It is a blocked date. We are dying to get in, everyone is dying; there is no room for death with nurses on vacation, so you’ll have to wait for...
Poem About Love You call it writers block, I say I’m empty inside. Arguments over cold coffee And burning but not smokeable Cigaretter butts. Social contracts obligate me To tell you not to...
For me not For you have nothing to fear But my heart For only my heart has the strength To weaken yours For only my heart can minimize Your will power For only my...
Poem I hope all have heard Of how the battle was done There were those who survived And those who won But you shoulda seen the battlefield I thought it just couldn’t be...
Poem Mirror and reflection of the good and the bad In this world, which is so falsely clad. What you see, and what you hear, might not be the truth in the rear....
Life Poem You walk and I walk over diagrams made of strands and chunks of bright colored chalk, elaborately planned on the sidewalk. Faces appear, shapes circle around speckled like traffic lights, and stop...