Bristle Poems - Poems about Bristle

...This posed a problem in ancient Loch, As it’s not a canvas of Van Gogh. When paint ran down my arm While squashed and ground bugs harm, I still labelled it ‘Woolly Epoch’. CURATOR’S......

Continue reading...

...I possess an unusual knack for making women bristle hence immediately this birdman wishes to escape into his eyrie or seriously considers joining a nunnery mainly for the less common slang defi......

Continue reading...

...Great American Literature Our bookshelf groaned under the weight of American Literature, and my mother was principally a communist. An American Tragedy, I read at fourteen, and my fascination ......

Continue reading...

...Black Birds Flying at Wal-Mart I see them gather, flock on flock, At 7:30am sharp, they start to squawk and talk. The sun peeks up, the horizon glows, The air alive with cackles and crows. Their......

Continue reading...

...“Shiny Crown” (Verse 1) He wakes up every morning, sharp as can be, Shaving that dome, twice a day you see. No single hair dares to make a stay, That polished bowling ball’s ready to play. ......

Continue reading...

...Old Man his weatherbeaten face, lined with the hills and valleys of age watery blue eyes set against a backdrop of bloodshot white his cheeks reddened from sun and alcohol, his aquiline nose......

Continue reading...

...No! you weren’t born to be beaten raped chained to a life bloodstained ingrained with pain wordless worthless voiceless choiceless No! you can’t live being beaten raped chained to a ......

Continue reading...

... {"I try to explain everything as much as I can, Though sometimes everything isn’t enough I extract components of my heart so you can see what has happened to me I have just a smile on my face to ......

Continue reading...

... "Silenced tears, muffled screams, A storm penetrating in your chest that seizes your soul, Is god watching the world burn? The bricks that create a barricade were the ones confiscated within me, ......

Continue reading...

...{"I detest you, I hate you with my all. I despise, abhor, and loathe you for evolving me into a fatigue of desperation for you; the anguish, the hysteria to feel treasured by some other commodity, v......

Continue reading...

...Peter (my bf) is coming to town - tonight. I’m breathy with excitement. My energy is so sick. “Someone scrape her off the walls,” Leong remarked, as I bounded out of my room this morning. Lisa winc......

Continue reading...

...The continuance of our beliefs, culture, and dreams, remain steadfastly anchored within our children; no wonder we love them so. We assure them the bogeyman doesn't exist in the real wor......

Continue reading...

... would the skies be blue would the circle be around emotions colour coded would the W ……………a …………….t …………….e ………….…r in clear innocence Would mistakes be scraped from the canvas replaced ......

Continue reading...

...Maude’s Last Stand (Rage, Rage, Rage against the dying of the light - Dylan Thomas ) They put me on the second floor Now uniforms pass by my door Starched and stiff they bristle by Sometim......

Continue reading...

...It's the weekend (Friday night). Lisa and I are hangin’, music’s playing, and we’re rummaging through my suitcase, for an outfit option, for me, tonight. Call it cliché, but we like going out - and g......

Continue reading...