Acre Poems - Poems about Acre

... I am losing the war against myself Who I am vs who I am supposed to be against what I am It exhausting when your opponent is a fighter Its exhausting fighting the mirror Cuts and bruises un......Read the rest...

...All the shelves been emptied, there are no books left about; Both hist'ries and the words become nothing but a shout. Those in the old paintings that hang, but barely displayed, ......Read the rest...

...Grit flies from spinning rubber, the traffic is edging through roads, narrowed, by the plowed and pushed aside. Curb-side snow remains; solid humps turn brown, in an un-melting light. A lone......Read the rest...

... A Petal Amongst The Thorns Lament, laconic whispers felled, where holm oak trees of centuries sprawled, Where Love’s evading memory stares of old, of Time’......Read the rest...

...Splattering dried soil upon my face Lying on that bed for a space Space for stars, rainbows, and the moon I plunged my eyes; the sky took me into a room An inch of fumes and smoke filled my lun......Read the rest...

...ACRE Well, is it better to travel than arrive Getting there doesn’t mean you rest As that is when exploring starts again To return here, nobody knows when Stand on the walls and beat your ches......Read the rest...

...OPPOSING ACRE Well, is it better to travel than arrive Getting there doesn’t mean you rest As that is when exploring starts again To return here, nobody knows when Stand on the walls and be......Read the rest...

...A thin-lipped nun blows her whistle. An acre of concrete ground stops playing, acting-out our brief make-believe lives. Reality is a cold wind chewing at pale knees, gray shorts and blue skir......Read the rest...

...Beneath a galloping wind I am gathering fallen twigs and other broken scrub. Suddenly, head bent to this thoughtless labor, I am aware, now upon my unheeding skin fox ears prick up. The p......Read the rest...

... Ella peripherals the scene, instantly onboard. (A ship of fool.) An onlooker, a poor dead-wood, looks, to be particle_lurely bored. Then another quip came to her a......Read the rest...

...You were born here, Blue Ridge foothills, spirits of Cherokee in Appalachia's olden heart and veins. Scots-Irish influence of beloved bluegrass, moonshine of the drinking kind. Your parents......Read the rest...

...Immanent, at the heart of blood of the One who made Me, I am part of the great I am, the flesh and bone of His Magnificent creation. As concrete as the firmament of ear......Read the rest...

...Republicans’ son, from Kingaroy Trained as a chef in the big smoke Drugs and drinking delivered joy Running thousand acre farm, a joke! Designer biscuit job was all he spoke Bulk overtime o......Read the rest...

...Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost... ~ May fourth, 2005 wedded bliss nearly fifty years half a century almost me not most favorite grown offspring, she (when alive) did boast, ab......Read the rest...

...Inxs of poison from iron maiden scorpion mamma and ac/dc charged aries papa Although gainfully unemployed (fate now finds me receiving social security disability – for approximately the la......Read the rest...