Bomb Shelter Poems - Poems about Bomb Shelter

...We settled into Baltimore after rejecting several locations after the dreaded shoot out thus move seemed right although two Suburban trucks tailed us from the airport the driver was excellent at dist......Read the rest...

...When it is too late When I was twelve I lived at a farm milking and looking after cows, but a war had ended and the impression it made stayed with me and nothing could change the imprint of my min......Read the rest...

...She cried on national television A plea that broke my heart Her baby clung so tightly In the bomb shelter they embarked. Once, I experienced such turmoil No baby on my side While she is in a ......Read the rest...

...We should do something Professor Hoose Gooser said. Of course this was years ago, today this old coot is dead. It is too late now said the new believers. We will be boiled alive. You are all crazy......Read the rest...

...One flight of steps down you can smell it the putrid odour of urine your eyes must adjust to the darkness then you hear it in the distan......Read the rest...

...The perception I was two years old sat in the bomb shelter in the basement of an old school when I became aware of myself. I looked at my hands, knowing what I did now I would remember the res......Read the rest...

...The Tale of the Liverpool Blitz Mill Road Hospital took a Direct Hit On the Maternity Ward indiscriminately killing Pregnant Women and new-born children Reduced the City , Docks and Quarter's......Read the rest...

...Another concrete bomb shelter emerges, taking the shape of a Starbuck coffee palace embedded with the captive lure of free internet service. Like a crouching tiger on the prowl, this behemoth hungril......Read the rest...

...There's facts and small truths and jokes about life, Canned laughter and the occasional song. And there's always argued political opinions, From big to small, right and wrong. The guests talk, ......Read the rest...

...THE CRYING WILD CREATURES. Nzongi Mwero. Oh, we recall the bygone times, The days of the golden past, That chirping with our merry mates, Flying around the parks, Gone the joys of the nests, T......Read the rest...

...PEDARIST Why am I so flippant yet complacent? Hypocritical Martyr Torture chamber – secret sub-basement Bomb shelter Pedophile aquarium Abducted children raped half-dead Migr......Read the rest...

...We are part of one endless journey Journey of discovery of our earth We make an impression on mother earth Plants seeds to heal Children's laughter dies Children e......Read the rest...

...My dad fell head over heels in love with my mom during their college years. Mom was a petite, a dark haired, dark skinned little angel would could warble a song like none other, with a smile that ear......Read the rest...

...People just don’t understand Why sometimes I jump in fear Or why I cry and cower When a loud noise I hear People find it amusing When I start to shiver and cry They simply have no idea Or know the r......Read the rest...

...Freedom Loving Cowboy At the bar, by the docks, I spoke to a man who wore a cowboy hat and had a pearl handle revolver in his holster. A thud and the pretend cowboy hit the floor and the barman d......Read the rest...