Static Poems - Poems about Static

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Once upon a midnight dreary, the television whispered, barely audible, between the lines of static and the hush of empty channels, ......Read the rest...

...With common sense so sporadic I just want to be emphatic But with all this social static It's hard to remain pragmatic......Read the rest...

... Written: May 17, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Artistic portrayal of life events as a diorama Fog hinders sight, and exertion leads to drama Seek ease, apat......Read the rest...

...Skin of Terror - Daniel Henry Rodgers (Lights slowly rise on a lone figure, MICHAEL, hunched over a steering wheel. His knuckles are white aga......Read the rest...

..."NA" poetry contest Sponsor: Ink Empress 3rd Place. Jamais Vu ~ "The feeling of being unfamiliar with something that is familiar. The opposite of deja vu." These days, life is shroud in a fog......Read the rest...

...Velvet verdigris solid static tsunami mounded muscle mass ......Read the rest...

...It was raining. I thought I’d wait it out. I tuned the engine on to help. Still in place, but the engine rumbles. Flipping through the stations. Music, static, music. Cloying sounds, I’m used t......Read the rest...

...Who said it was blue? When I think of A window, it is not the colour of grapes; Nor is it a long stretch of morning field; Also not a nighttime movie of galaxy film. Who said red was the colour......Read the rest...

...This is the edge of America This is the edge of America The land of the free Home of the brave The Republic of Tyrannies White hoods and black fist Cities in flame Agent Orange burns Televi......Read the rest...

...static solitary personal positions leaving everything unsaid in the imagination ......Read the rest...

...The stars follow me home sometimes. Even though I can’t see them through the clouds, their/they’re eyes (that) still bear down on me. I can hear bells in everything. I pray to Gaia that I......Read the rest...

...When I was younger, days moved softly, an endless waltz of hours beneath the cherry blossoms where I walked alone, convincing myself that solitude was sweet, that love was for the others. ......Read the rest...

...Most women have grown tired of just being women, Weary of always being the flowers of unending seasons, awaiting to be plucked And placed in vases for gazes that never feel their roots; They, the ......Read the rest...

...Darting eyes, a naked flame, Expectations, yet unnamed, Strewn across a bedroom floor, In-between, red satin sheets, Rekindled heat, yearns once more, Excitement, reaches higher, Static sets th......Read the rest...

...it's clouded obscured just enough variety to throw you off there's no such thing as a penetrating gaze no beyond nor here or there just this unc......Read the rest...