Blank Out Poems - Poems about Blank Out

Culture and Taste** Her walk, her smile, and the way she carries herself embody something far greater than mere Black pride; they reflect the essence of a future First Lady. She knows the reality of being down on her luck and understands the struggle of facing financial hardships. Michelle Obama, a woman of substance,...

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Something so pure that it felt scars of the past! Betrayal from others is what they felt! As it looks at it gift they pontificate whether they can give the gift its needs. The gift is happy and does not know the sadness from the angel who gave him life! Taking a leap of faith, they found themselves trusting...

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To hearts united through the social media circus It has brought me into trusting of others Your smile was a kiss to my soul and heart! A House divided will never stand fully without the support of the other side; so, the east and west must unite for a centered family life! Diamante! Domenica! (Diamond! Sunday!) Your words of care...

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When we first met it was in a room of the unknown. Your background was of a woman’s silhouette. A mysterious picture of a person that was questioning everything I did not know who you were! All I saw was your words of a beautiful question Those words in the beginning I do not remember as I only remember speaking...

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Speaking for a while to a person is a quest that becomes more than a completion. It becomes the words between friends and then the quest is updated. At this point the words become the words of relatives and then possibly more than just that! Well, in the beginning my intention was to garner a friendship and then...

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To fly, First one must jump, To jump, One must risk falling back to the ground....

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Things, I want things, Give me things, Here is a ring, Let us accumulate things, And compare are things to their things, They are evil, Their things do not compare to our things, There was a man who taught us love, But we killed him with a thing, And when he rose, Instead of rising like him? We built things, to fly through the sky, Things, I...

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I am called Annie A Lander. Perhaps my mother believed This name would be fitting for me, But my father disagreed; he felt I should bear the name of a goddess, Such as Sarasvati, who embodies many souls. I share my thoughts and ideas like wildflowers, Dispersing my...

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Love is thinner than a piece of cheesecloth, transparent yet confusing to navigate. More conservative than a political debate More hearts are broken than mended . I am determined to search globally for an end to this love. We desire it fiercely and embrace our fate to heal humanity. Love may be a fleeting remedy, Yet we pursue it with fervent...

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The flying lesson White as a shroud, the virtual paper in front of me I wanted to record my first flight in a Dakota plane  Inside, the aircraft looked like a bus, reaching under my seat for the parachute, the steward said there wasn't, but he handed me boiled sweets which I didn't eat in case it was a drug keeping...

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It was nine degrees outside in April In the chill of a dreary April day, I find myself wandering through the dimness, My eyes were straining in the absence of light. As I approach the door, a sense of familiarity washes over me, pulling me back to a time of comfort and solace. The thought of retreating to the inviting...

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I walked into a room and did not know it well yet, feel I should, for I have been there many times, not a liminal space, though sometimes this is so. But this time, oddly, somewhere I should know and be. Should I recognize those strange eyes that gape at us? Some duty that I should as duty stares at...

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69 Ways to Please Your Lovers** Amidst the silence, a sound arose, and there we were, lost in each other as I wove a poem of passion, letting your strokes guide my words and capturing the magic of our moment. Yet, a wave of guilt washes over me: I haven’t reached that blissful peak. This realization leaves...

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Her look said much thou she in essence hid a lot Her look had an accusation that did set me aback Her manner one of one in great internalized turmoil Her demeanor said she has been thru pretty much It was plain and apparent she needed to find someone Not just a solid shoulder to lean on that at the...

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JULY 2023 Hazy, Rampant, Hammering Foggy-headed, I must be lazy enough to put just the right effort in. It drips down and stains the pore. My disease is acidic, fatal, And the way that your alkali sense draws me in ... How I'd beg to neutralise once more. But the ants won't push against my unmoving tyres. And anywho, isn't this against your...

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