Lashes Out Poems - Poems about Lashes Out

...Crying, screaming, blaming? It's never your fault Irk beneath is flaming And outpouring daunt Close your eyes, hey goddess And let it burn Open them again And behold them burn The a......Read the rest...

....Past the enstrangements Witnessing profuse isolation Fidgety deep the listless eyes Conjures up hallucinations Suffering the incagement Dreams of touching the skies Tainted sphere Smothering ......Read the rest...

...Chetta Achara wrote a blog about Mount St. Helens. The volcano erupted in May 1980 and Chetta was a witness. I hope you read her blog. It inspired my poem. I saw ash on the highway 6 months later......Read the rest...

...a hungry ghost greets me at the door tries to act normal though I know what he is not normal at all with an emptiness that can’t be filled though he’ll try and try again and a......Read the rest...

... THE DOLL WHICH TALKS Long curls and curved lashes Turquoise dewy smiling eyes Perfect grooves and curves Jubilant and diligent Impeccable and affable Zipped lips pricked shells ….. the mo......Read the rest...

...'Love Story' Poetry Contest. Sponsor: Regina Mcintosh 1st Place. “I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” ......Read the rest...

...There’s a box lying somewhere. Somewhere in a dusty cupboard. Somewhere behind old paper, older words, and wounds older still. Somewhere no one can find it. I think about it, sometimes. Some......Read the rest...

...If you can find shelter when the firmament rumbles And drips spears of weighty waters Keep about you the hope that clear skies might come, Be glad for the storied house that a seed built, That yo......Read the rest...

...If rain poured in susurrating sounds of unshed tears, will ungrateful dialects change their insincere expressions of speech, or will this unheard voice forever be lost as echoes with......Read the rest...

...IF JESUS DIED ON THE CROSS WHO AM I NOT TO DIE IF JESUS WEPT ON THE CROSS WHO AM I NOT TO WEEP IF JESUS PASS THROUGH THE GRAVE WHO AM I NOT TO STINK IF JESUS WENT THROUGH MY PAINS WHO AM I NOT ......Read the rest...

...sometimes I sing antique anthems, of the nights I was confined within a bottle of diamond tears, wept woefully from the widest sky that held kaleidoscopic stars~ amidst festooned f......Read the rest...

...It was strange the cars, like stand alones, all unoccupied, dotting the dark wet stained streets, the moon licking puddles like a stray dog thirsty checking its reflection for a friend, ye......Read the rest...

...There was this guy, see, a high-flyer type, made a bit of a name for himself. He moved in like a year before, you know, started off slow. He ended up going crazy for the girl next door. His......Read the rest...

...Once upon a silent summer eve, as fine vermilion lines, between bleeding moonlight, swiftly sailed across my darkness and I, sakura springs sang dulcet melodies of a deathless d......Read the rest...

...Unlikely Mike by Michael R. Burch I married someone else’s fantasy; she admired me despite my mutilations. I loved her for her heart’s sake, and for mine. I hid my face and changed its conno......Read the rest...