Anchorless Poems - Poems about Anchorless

... Within the clasping orbit of the craving life I gravitate toward the self-seeking centre, get sucked into the black hole of ego, the survival struggle consumes me. In the anchorle......Read More

... What is Life A—The opposite of death B—To be conscious and aware C—Any entity that grows D—A prison sentence What is Love A—The opposite of hate B—An all powerful emotional bond ......Read More

...He parks, cuts the engine, sits for a moment, headlights dimming. He tries to rationalize why he is here, why he is still racing to be free of his own gravity. The store is a low level spaceship......Read More

...they talk incessantly of flashbulbs rickety stories, anchorless friends are geometries everytime they sit in an isosceles triangle two or more persons form a conspiracy the tongue is a genie ......Read More

...The landscapes that I paint have a fence or two always, Some with pegs stout and upright, Some with bars broken and bent. A fence between the brown gravelly path And the green flowery garden Or......Read More

...I could write to you about what it feels like to be unhinged, untethered, to float on a breeze of malintent But what would it matter to you? Thinking random thoughts anchorless, adrift in a......Read More

...A sprawling sun it's anchor plucks Drifting anchorless, below the horizon ducks A canopic relic storing spent day in timeless trust Well-timed descent bearing the residual thrust Borne with gilded sh......Read More

...was so upset and mixed up the web of emotions so complex my heart sobbed and tears dried my mind numbed and pretty well froze I was aimless and anchorless wande......Read More

...Joy, they named for themselves, the future's blind Oyster to drink your sand. In salt tides love rises Yearning to part the twinning shell and there resign. Empress of the emerald seas, my ship ......Read More

...Where the water washes white surfs across Sand banks porous with green dreams in our hearts Where the sun surveys the wet desert of loss The salt thread like blood stitching together our parts Fi......Read More

...shattered glass glints of sunlight on a once whole window no more to look through no more to illuminate the swirling afternoon's clouds of rising tobacco smoke the now cold cup of coffee ......Read More