Sink Poems - Poems about Sink

...I hear folks say it, “Love is love,” a mantra they like to repeat, it’s said with such vapid sureness you’d think it was bleatings of sheep. But if you stop to think of it, turn the thought over......Read the rest...

... There’s a place, a space Parallel to ours I wear the same face Have the same shoe size But I wear fancier duds It's a suit and tie My hair is short, not long I’m not sad there, I’m sm......Read the rest...

...The lost tribe Holocaust, the ongoing tragedy this time, it is the Palestinians who are victims from a tribe that has learned that if one has  to survive, they must be ty, able to tell lies an......Read the rest...

...Always wrote about everything but myself It's difficult to be honest although ephemeral I'm failing at everything I try because of you I can't keep my focus when you're lingering The back......Read the rest...

...I like my soup hot, fresh, cold but bone broth is the basis for what makes soup, soup. Not stones. Stones have no nutritional value. Throw me a bone and I’ll put in my soup. All alone. By itself,......Read the rest...

...Sri Lal Crows i. I come from nowhere, and I have nowhere to go, I tell the crow perched on a low neem branch beyond the Periyar River. He agrees. He and I are free. We speak the sam......Read the rest...

... You're a cannibal, baby, consuming pieces of my heart, chewing on my frailty, and tearing me apart, You're a scavenger, baby, overhead with your eyes honed, peeling layers of my flesh......Read the rest...

... Foreboding of a tempestuous storm, it blackens as it draws near, a cumulonimbus in towering form, extending to the troposphere, So cast off mooring and slacken the line, break free whil......Read the rest...

... Written: April 28, 2024, For Constance la France Contest "One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love. Sophocles, Greek Poet ......Read the rest...

...In the desolate temple of the soul, flesh weaves over bone a silent epitaph, Spirits lock thought within the ark of thought, and sometimes, a divine spark, And women in furies pour vessels into fra......Read the rest...

...On being emotionally bankrupt Sentient beings distraught psyche rent asunder courtesy false accusations heated words exchanged like gunfire pox upon the house of Deborah Hunter, a vicious vin......Read the rest...

... “We have been here a thousand times before Memory erased, each time we begin anew Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew T......Read the rest...

...I don't want to wander those places where our footsteps have long since passed, Down shaded alleys where our memories whisper and stand guard like stone sentries, I no longer wish to hear those son......Read the rest...

... In clamor continuum noise navigates decibel waves beyond discernment numbed, voice of frenzy feels the caress of hushed calmness, halcyon sentiments sink slow ......Read the rest...

...I sink just under senses dampened you cannot get my attention I'm switched off from you don't test this water electricity runs through it leave me alone in a lesser world I emerge gentle......Read the rest...