Axes Poems - Poems about Axes

rising from bed in the morning seeking shelter when it's storming idly whiling stray hours away dreaming there will be better days fabricating a self-image with a more prominent linage doodling on back of a letter shunning life as a go-getter paying of various taxes wielding rhetorical axes stopping by the grocery store dealing with muscles which are sore waiting in the queue at the bank musing why...

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Taxing gracelessly Axes department...

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I bear the scars of axes forgotten loves lost rings consumed in fiery conflagration rooted in the past leafless in the present reaching into the future. Wars have torn me taken my offspring clouded the world children have hugged me nestled in my outstretched arms swung from my limbs clung to my strength as they crept from beneath my shadow seeking sun and soil a place to put down roots. ©12/26/2019 I am a...

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The lane leading into the alley was lined with weeds False intentions masked by good deeds The end of the chosen route turned out to be dead Too many conversations for one man's head So he began snapping at friendly fingers From the corner he had backed himself in Lies falling from his mouth with every drop of the chin I bent...

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AXES! -Dharga Nagar Safa If you, Turn an axe Tomorrow, I won't stand as a tree Today!...

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They want to tax our axes Then, take away our trees. They impose cell phone taxes. Then, laugh and shoot the breeze. Lodges, matches, bridges, britches, Dresses, dishes, finches, fishes. Hinges, hitches, hedges, hearses, Lenses, lynxes, luscious lashes… They dip their hands in every pot. Spreading wealth around they say… Big Business taxes are a lot…not! The newfangled economic way – The middle class will love to...

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