Blunt Poems - Poems about Blunt

...When thinking of writing your will, Though you may not be over the hill, You are forced to confront, If I may be so blunt, That some goals you may never fulfill. For a will means you cannot pr......Read the rest...

...Trailing clouds of glory do we come Until by the end we are left dull and glum. How it all came to this We are responsible For being so remiss The magic of our early moments Emblazoned in ......Read the rest...

...Holding your hand from afar like it matters, you, or anyone but me walking your quaint little village after dragging me out of bed for your morning coffee, I had to get out of the crowd swe......Read the rest...

...Sometimes, we expect the sun to rise and smile, through hazy hellish clouds carrying vindictive verdicts of venomous vultures, surmising hues of ink to pierce through pores of this bl......Read the rest...

...My name was picked by my mother Shared with brother, changed by grandmother, leaving me to uncover the truth from another Not her so I suffered My name means Honesty, Sacrificer, and Admirer. Th......Read the rest...

... Just past where the world of the atom ends there are spaces that we try to fill or pretend they don't exist. Hollows that harbor silence or an unshaped need, the imprint of something the......Read the rest...

...Dear people, I am reaching out through poetry..' I am not contest oriented..As you might gather i Am not in my person (a blunt character) rather I beleive also A direct one.' And a penitent one t......Read the rest...

... Written: March 30, 2024 For Ink Empress Ethereal Lantern Contest Quote By Rumi: “The lamps are different, but the Light is the same. One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-m......Read the rest...

...Good night, old friend. Hush and sleep. I’m here as long as we can pretend. Even after you leave. If pain is a gateway to the soul, then my dreams deem your words the key to such a portal I j......Read the rest...

... On those long days when it was too hot to ride or run, a boy would find an island of cool beneath a tree and sit there with his pocket knife to whittle away time and a piece of wood. A goo......Read the rest...

...The ringing of the morning bell tells all that the day of discipline now descends. Chaotic playground sounds then start to quell. Shouts and screams soften and slow. Raspy sounds, sharp points, ......Read the rest...

...He is cranking up the old rusty engine again, but all that work is in vain, sweat is running from his anxious face and grease is spilling all over the place. There he goes again with his tool bag and......Read the rest...

...I feel like I am losing you Sorry to be blunt This poem; not a cry for help or Attention grabbing stunt I know you are no possession And even if you were I have no claim, no stake in you I k......Read the rest...

...Dealing with the death of my friend As well as a long held dream doubling down on pain Auspiciously it seems The two for one it aint much fun however one serves to blunt the other the slighte......Read the rest...

... Line of inquiry from Unseeking Seeker: "discarding narrow thought flow crutch we learn directly by soft touch and what we garner we relay to the vast void in childlike play entwined thus wit......Read the rest...