Bleaches Poems - Poems about Bleaches

...Summer brings strong sunshine for the strong, but what happens when its tread falls disinterestedly upon the weak? Behold they have become silent, the sky bleaches bones and does not look backwa......Read the rest...

...Moon rises surprised, eschews its pocked face, caught in early glare of sun in bleaches awaiting its call. A starlet usurped!......Read the rest...

...She plasters it on thick Bleaches ,curls and glues Draws on and colours in Products galore she does use After hours of beautification She squeezes into a tiny short dress Huge breasticles on ......Read the rest...

...Shines the darkness in ghostly hints... Shine artificial substances pretended to be gold... Shine the fake bleaches politicians... Shines the real shine of the star... Shines the......Read the rest...

...Poetry comes from the body, all of it, transmitted with marks on stone, scratches on paper, is kept alive to transcend time and space, reflects the rhythms of flesh and natural life, is intimate, is ......Read the rest...

...Satin Flowers The desert is a harsh place. Sometimes life can not keep up the pace. Others… taunt the heat, wild things between the rocks. They bring colors, that have no rival anywhere. R......Read the rest...

...Marred and minced remnants pile high in a storm’s swarm Yesterdays, hardened-soft, surface where sea’s warm… Flotsam found, lays tales around, in frayed traces Another shattered shell whimpers o......Read the rest...

...brown on dusty mustard clashes with streaks of gray we drive through riding the wave haven't seen a drop of rain in days sun bleaches boards and bones alike ......Read the rest...

...the relentless unbroken light breathes in the fathom night walking darkness one last time tousled red silk strands ignite dying strings for bleaches smite ruthless emerges the sun hits behi......Read the rest...

...Life is not a race and depression is real Got the shirt done and dusted every now ... and then in the here and now the angels sing Not a wet T-shirt competition ‘though the living dw......Read the rest...

...There is more love in a hyena’s ******* Then there is in an old whores face. Only her cheap perfume is enough To distract the eyes away By filling the nostrils Of a thousand lousy men. Each one......Read the rest...

...I am faceless Tattered by actuality Heart thrumming in my ears Blind to prospects Voiceless ... soundless Yet I scream, mute Face to the sky, I wail like a fiend Hailing th......Read the rest...

...You want to know its merits? Very well, then. Daylight slants deliciously across the boy's inclined, thoughtful face. His lace collar, crumpled, houses valleys of shadow. Or what about th......Read the rest...

...where rainbows breathe (for the late Dorothy Collins, 1961-2015) by ‘bro. zayid’ “I’m just chasing rainbows… “And I ain’t seen a star that’s had your smile… “I’m just chasing rainbows… “Lik......Read the rest...

...My thoughts The bridges in my brain My memory My courage The baggage of a name Letters scripts projecting all the same Contacting the central station of my brain My brain It holds and releas......Read the rest...