Wrist Poems - Poems about Wrist

...Beneath the burdens of countless nights, In the cursed silence of the soul's waiting room, I sat, the last one, loneliness carved by the chisel of forgetfulness into the stone of my heart, Blockin......Read the rest...

...I tell you my secrets through the hums Of buzzing, stringed bees The rumblings of my thumb I pretend to play it all with ease My memories seem to wane But my fingers know their place A screec......Read the rest...

... Composed, he walks towards the podium. At first to applause, until a hush forms. His heart beats like a water pump, sweat drips - eyes fixed at his ensemble. Audience anticipates, as he stands......Read the rest...

...Balancing her elephant on her wrist was fun today. She sang a teensy bit, and this shook her blues away. You have to come back tomorrow she told her friend Shay. He said he would try, but he usual......Read the rest...

...Captain kuni-lemel graduate strikes again - updated Steely Dan sing queen (me) outdid himself on sixtieth anniversary after Grahame Wood determined to meet the evolving needs of the communi......Read the rest...

... Written: April 16, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She slowly releases her pen and descends, Tucking neatly inside her purse, my friend. Once cherished, a let......Read the rest...

...Dust falling on your nose. The smooth, redness of a rose. A ponytail gripping your wrist. The frustration of necklaces in a twist. Some senses are calm, others burning. A raindrop falls and I fi......Read the rest...

...The cars drive by in ones, twos, and threes. Leaves gently flutter in the cool breeze. I look to the street, then down, then up. A sense of unease, I sip from my cup. Outside folks walking slow......Read the rest...

...tenderness in every swivel of my pen, the curvature used to be alluring. it was thoughtless beauty, even in note form. now, even my index tap on the overused i-pad causes pain. ibuprofen and b......Read the rest...

... He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire, fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines, reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries, the edges of a pasture, clever......Read the rest...

... Only an Alchemist can master the mist at the flick of a wrist, but here's the twist... A White Witch can switch into a hag real fast and cast a spell that leads to hell-o Mr Skin Walker, yo......Read the rest...

...My stomach wants to be slim, pure, empty, Yet the phrase “dinner is ready!” Never fails to tempt me. Suck it up and puke it out. The porcelain bowl filled to the brim, Every time hunger comes,......Read the rest...

...I promise you the most pure red The red lips I bare The reddest blood I see I promise you my heart I rip it from my chest You make me heartless That's fine I love you My arms bleed So ......Read the rest...

...A women A shell of a body A chest held close Clothing hanging off them Holding to be the only thing they have The barrier they keep The barrier that keeps them walking Keeps them from looking ......Read the rest...

...Whoever invented the Kiss I'd like to shake their hand But I won't Because I'm shortsighted and always miss It wouldn't be such a problem If I had Mick Jaggers's lips But the boss My Mrs do......Read the rest...