Ankle Poems - Poems about Ankle

... First Part: All I see are my toes! A constant burning and stinging sensation under this weighted plaster cast has got me bedridden. The cast is made out of plaster and is white in color that is st......Read the rest...

... Sky merging with earth An illusion called horizon Life merging with pleasures ......Read the rest...

... How does a Wallenda fly on a trapeze How does ‘Houdini’ escape with such ease How does a warrior rise from his sickbed Is it courage of the heart or that of the head H......Read the rest...

...After an age, I found myself in her presence, Struck again by her simplicity, her very essence. A mathematician, now on a spiritual path, Her life, a testament to a transformative start. A pra......Read the rest...

...Blindes is folded into remindness, cause.. .. Do we not live in the world we know nothing abt? We are blinders Indeed Blinders, are timeless. We are they. And they are we. ......Read the rest...

...In the heart of inner wanderings hides, alas, a tormented soul, Wilted by anguishes woven at the edge of the mind, where the thread breaks. In verses, the silhouette of an overwhelming sadness take......Read the rest...

...We say we recognize being ankle Deep in the river at the bay. Look My love do you like this light? I love Love this riiight. What of now do You say? You say you love this life? My My My sultr......Read the rest...

... I took off my shoes and stood ankle deep in the shallow reach and run of the waves. I felt a sudden cold, the slow sink of my feet into wet sand, the gentle pull of the outgoing tide, the......Read the rest...

...Brick, grit smeared towers, crank-out smears for heavy smokers. Under every stacked chimney goblins belch, coughing up, cancer into a riddled sky. Workers wade through ankle pulling tar, g......Read the rest...

...Sister In The Clouds I warned you about the alley filled with snakes and waste. I told you not to walk it, I told you not to turn down that passageway. You were meant for more, you were suppos......Read the rest...

.... wearing my cologne tux shirt leather braided ankle bracelet no panties ......Read the rest...

...Beyond the wave-sacked pebbles lie the pockmarked dunes, sea-wind swept heaps, burrowed by the claws of scaly thrashers. Here they huddle, the working class, flogging grim pleasures, wolfing ......Read the rest...

... * Content Warning: this poem touches on physical/emotional abuse* ~ “dabble, dabble roiling to rabble toes in the water bow lips babble” smirk......Read the rest...

...Now I lay me down to sleep Alone upon these empty sheets Of paper lying on the bed Side table clock says 5 a.m. Oh dark of night, I beg thee stay Keep the morning light at bay Oh dusk beloved......Read the rest...

... Growing up, I was 'muy macho' (from eating Cheerios, instead of Nachos) My younger sister thought she was faster than me Well, I'd show her -- Ha, ha; he hee We raced a......Read the rest...