Convulsion Poems - Poems about Convulsion

..."Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress" - Daniel Henry Rodgers The hourglass, a skeletal jester, mocks in the tomb's chill, Each falling grain an emaciated ......Read the rest...

...You have travelled a very long way, looking for some where to stay all the streets are crowded and the buildings are filled; there is no room to spare but my friend has a sofa and small rooms over he......Read the rest...

...a voice In my house, my home was full in darkness; A voice my eyes open still I see darkness; Voiced Blackened stone cold heart; Stuffed in strife in lust; Convulsion truth be told; I wa......Read the rest...

...A Dining Hall’s famous passion And signal stomachs have vision. Not shown ignites cook’s confusion, The proudest chef slight convulsion… Determines how far feeders go With that which makes hu......Read the rest...

...The ship of ages It was a hot afternoon when the big bulk carrier left a harbour at the coast of Bengal bound for Sidney (Australia) with a cargo of scrap iron from ships that once had ploughed t......Read the rest...

...“Sorry, I’m not reconsidering Lucifer’s expulsion. I’d had him kicked out with obvious revulsion, The entire saga wearing My Divine Compulsion” While still felt by My Angels The Celestial Convulsi......Read the rest...

...Unfold my vision, close my eyes, all almost the same... Constant mixing, effervescence of voices and colors... almost convulsion! ......Read the rest...

...My sister Annick fixed me, locked me in, with cold, blue eyes as she sat down slowly next to me at the table. “I’m a surgeon,” she said, not quite casually, “a board certified surgeon.” I give her......Read the rest...

...On threads of wispy air, in breathy undertones of political wind, I can hear the quiet catastrophe, the quiet ruination of our commonwealth. I can hear the sleepy madness, turned avalanche betwe......Read the rest...

...Forgive me if I ask how long before we converge again around the bonfire in the wee hours to douse this chilly dust-laden winds of the season. It was a misery, but it should happen again. That subt......Read the rest...

...He looks at the mirror and frowns at the image ‘Is it the glass or my face that lies shattered?’ Fault lines burrowed into borrowed time Tim wonders about censorship and cracks He s......Read the rest...

...Sleeping volcano Volcano in slumber state, now at rest seems inert inactive, but can erupt at any moment becoming reactive, even may act instantaneous, spontaneous. ......Read the rest...

...The perfect night arrived in a Porsche Stars were happy Bright and glowing right there in the sky With silence and ear-soothing whirling of cool remnants of harmattan escaping through the windows......Read the rest...

...Gale force winds have blown away the top of his skull Impaled by a fallen tree with the prison of his mind exposed Tim’s pierced splintered and dismembered fragments mash freely with mushed ......Read the rest...

...While looking far beyond misty gale until convulsion of night quavers-- just remember, in spite drizzles new morning salves torment: I watch those gentle eyes roam against a skeletal frame......Read the rest...