Dislodge Poems - Poems about Dislodge

...Spent yesterday projectile So violently I believe Once or twice It turned me inside out It was not purty What idigestable morsel Was I seeking to dislodge ? ......Read the rest...

... Dentist appointments cause me to linger, Someplace betwixt dread and the blackness, Fright’s version of despair, Wistful and aching with silent prayers, Silent, silence, soundless – still, ......Read the rest...

...I stood at the top of our dirt driveway looking back at our two-story house. It's kind of a long house where, from our second-floor windows, you can see cars driving on the lane road in our v......Read the rest...

...The sun lifts an edge and peeks a feeble light beneath a blanket of morning fog, its dull glow hugging the horizon, silhouetting a stand of trees and the cross-hatched pattern of a factory f......Read the rest...

...The truest of the truthful dukes who chooses to amuse the fuse of the groove to let loose / So soon a bloom that is to loom over any gloom / Forget bigots they’ll never get big like shots or lots /......Read the rest...

...Frames of navy night sky sparkle, her glasses Reminisce on stricter times, nineteen forty eight A generation before Jimmy Hendrix liberation Prior to gyrations from tight c......Read the rest...

...When memories are memories long-lost, and when infancy's twilight hides what feels like lifetimes in half-dreamt dreams, sleep storm-tossed surrenders glimpses of childhood's ideals n......Read the rest...

...You dislodge snow-drifts, wings flicker in the frost flakes – a flame dancing, a burning tiger in the wind flurry you are. My fingers press on the windowpane, trace textures over a cold sheen......Read the rest...

...The sun got tangled in the branches of an old Hawthorne. Daybreak hung down in grey strips, like a torn parachute among the knuckled finger-bones of the grasping tree. Meg, the younger sist......Read the rest...

...Let me tell you a story of a brave Pakistani female activist, Malala Yousafzai. She stands defiant and unabashed, with a pragmatist approach to women's rights. Wrapped in self-confidence, truth......Read the rest...

...Why does it feel like there's a fishbone stuck in my throat. A large one at that, pointy but girthy No banana, rice, apple, idli, peanut butter mash could dislodge this one It's almost funny, I......Read the rest...

...I'm ready if you are. Steadily walking past wekas, canoes, sailboats, motorboats, along concrete paths, down ash-felt slopes Across intersecting car trails Drawn only by the beckoning beach. Fe......Read the rest...

...São Paulo is a long street that crosses Brazil with its "trade" infernal... Rio is a stage lit where the popcorn maker of corner, it's handle of samba and the madam from......Read the rest...

..."Let me in!" She's yanking at the door handle On the passenger side as I perch in The driving seat in our rusty dusty Electric vehicle car She's just emerged from the building In eight......Read the rest...

...Pounding my fist hard! Trying to dislodge emotion’s shards… Pounding my fist, smashing my glass menagerie… Blood trickles from cuts deep! Trying to pull the bitter weeds from hurtful......Read the rest...