Pressing Poems - Poems about Pressing

...As Barbarossa roars into the East. its southern barb cut swiftly to the core. And as it raged the slaughtering increased, consuming any force that stood before. His swift barrage devoured the ran......Read the rest...

...A miracle of hope rushes through my soul holding on to the courage inside me and propels me to an unknown destiny; the moon with its shining light orbit around the earth searching for the heart to ma......Read the rest...

...The resonance of the old vampire’s voice holds the soul of the French Quarter; Thick as a rich pot of red beans and rice just waiting to be devoured; You can hear the succulent sound of jazz ......Read the rest...

...Sans sixth (psychic) sense... poise zen dystopian rant This prognosticator doth predict potential based at current rate sinister debacle that will instantaneously annihilate, United States st......Read the rest...

...Between the rise of dawn and the cleared dark of twilight, Lies a hidden season of dream, when the indulged daystar makes its nest. Between the warmth of summer and the chill of harsh life, Spring......Read the rest...

...Move ahead Let's leave behind our troubled past, And stride forward with resolve, Seeking new paths, moving fast, To accomplish before we dissolve. In this life, we're merely......Read the rest...

...Being Bob Bob, is just an ordinary guy in every sense of the word. Five ft eight inches tall, a little on the chubby side and has lost most of his hair. No one pays much attention to Bob, that’s j......Read the rest...

...time's sub-tracks tie-me to a now that's as some... pre-sent present pressing to pass-age in a timeless aware-nest stans sand ......Read the rest...

...Convalescence of Richard McGeehan Spouse of my eldest sister marital bond fixed in place strong as mortise and tenon, he hales of hearty Irish stock genes of said septuagenarian analogous to ......Read the rest...

...The canvas shoes in Kinshasa Once when the time was right A sweet girl had her picture taken because she was seven years old and in her mind, almost a grown-up Dressed in a white blouse and sk......Read the rest...

...I feel there's something heavy Pressing on my bones Medusa's gaze has got me Turning into stone.. My life needs new perspective Like some higher place to view A log jam in my thinking Or my ......Read the rest...

...Today’s the kind of rain that causes Rivers in the street And when you cross, you’re bound to Wet your toesies and your feet. The puddles quickly turn to lakes, Perhaps to raise a flood And e......Read the rest...

...They struggle with a violent grace, the bawdy cries of a bandoneon, the open gash of her torn stocking. They both understand that naked desires come last, first there is this ceremony, the ri......Read the rest...

...MY TEARDROP Here is my teardrop, May I have yours… How might I know That you are listening To me and only me And not you in me Perhaps the pen and finger Pressing on your head lingers bet......Read the rest...

... Ascending In Light Towards Mountainous Peaks Within Reach, Zion Bound By The Quickening Pressing High With Fire Power On Holy Ground My Soul Towers, Solar Empowered, Sun Born By The Prowes......Read the rest...