Paper Over Poems - Poems about Paper Over

...I know my wrongs, They were never right, Lost in a blindfolded love, Mistaken by what to fight, For, Loving you has taught me, Either unification, Or, A deceived perpetuation, From a ......Read the rest...

... "Treasure Box" The etymologist considered "themselves" singular; like a butterfly collector they pulled the pincushion out from the treasure box and proceeded to cap......Read the rest...

...Rock paper scissors, popular events have seat fillers; seven minutes in heaven, a bingo call of legs eleven. Sweet and sour, rising dough needs flour; popcorn watching a movie, forty years c......Read the rest...

... I am the cascading radiance, between apricot glows of gloaming, when mauve mists shift, mirroring sage seas of love, I look beyond silvery skies whilst selfless stars sprinkle, sizzlin......Read the rest...

...Cloaked in misty judgments, we have dressed ourselves, Finding in condemnation a kind of sacred and dignified sport. An inert paradigm, where blame is like a talisman That people wear proudly, bel......Read the rest...

... Nervous I sat, waiting to be called. I wasn’t sure what it was he said, but it meant a lot to me. Then I realized, he was not talking to me. <>...Read the rest...

...I’m just twirling in the center of my room. I’ve got way too much to do. Has that ever happened to you? I’m assailed, derailed and impaled by indecision. I can’t find my lucky pencil and I have......Read the rest...

...In those days we had to make do and mend. Milk bottles we would rinse out and return. Kellogg’s cartons we collect for children to cut and paste and learn creative art. Rinsed food cans collected......Read the rest...

...She came to me when I brought in carts and she was filling online grocery orders. I gestured to her and handed her a poem just written the other day, but I just had to share it with her line a......Read the rest...

...Marvelling in the pink afternoon, pretending to crochet a drawstring. I’ve done it before, at least once before, followed the pattern. Closed the purse. I can’t nearly begin to learn that not all......Read the rest...

...Opening and closing the curtains. Looking outside, then back to my paper. Silence. Then tearing sounds. The curtains scraping the screen. I opened the window to help me think. But the muggy hea......Read the rest...

...I’m writing with pen. Scribbling and doodling. Writing a rough draft. Then an even rougher draft. Falling asleep and knocking coffee all over my pages. Using up my whole notebook. Running to th......Read the rest...

...Sabali Listen in, The Solomonic thoughts of revolutionary minds strike like lightning in the rain, and prophetic missives pour from my spirit like Yah‘s word hit a vein. and I pray that when I ......Read the rest...

... When food and clean water linger moments from lips and anything else at our fingertips, Quadruple consumption settles to stay and anything paper is just one click away When they sell us our p......Read the rest...

...One of soft summer evenings is fading and passers go by Cappuccino in hand and a cig, you relax in delight Sick and happy you sit, and it must be your favorite style Or at least that's the way I r......Read the rest...