Charcoaled Poems - Poems about Charcoaled

... *Image of Original Gerber baby, Ann Turner Cook by KTVU. R.I.P. Ann Leslie Cook, nee Turner Ann Cook Her look Not name Became Households Footholds Aspects Effects......Read More

... Life, like a practiced comedian on the stage Keeps smiling and frowning in turn. Under the embers of joy that spark from our hearts, Lies the pulverized heap of charcoaled dreams! ......Read More

... once more the rainbow paints in anthracite colour graphite expressions of grave charcoaled remains the lost beauty of obscure pastels is shadowed in pain the horizon threatens rational g......Read More

...Police Brutality We’ll shoot. Don’t move. Don’t talk or We’ll disapprove. Don’t reach. We’ll kill. Comply, Listen, Be quiet, Be still. Four in the morning wake up. Forget the horrors, don’t......Read More

...We’ll shoot. Don’t move. Don’t talk or We’ll disapprove. Don’t reach. We’ll kill. Comply, Listen, Be quiet, Be still. Four in the morning wake up. Forget the horrors, don’t sip the death cup. ......Read More

... a mellifluous trickle had given way to licking her wounds in silent arrest of the honey flow of her beautiful mind synapses clotted on stagnant display like burnt marshmallows on a fire......Read More

...charismatically gifted in conceptual leaps expressions opening a doorway to destiny moments in time stumato, from a butterfly mind scattered with unfinish......Read More

... [First posted in 3 parts. Intended novel: time never allowed] Prologue This, Sir, is the prologue from before our tale begins About the day our father did succumb to mortal sins And l......Read More

...I’m RIGHT and you’re not for no God loves a pansy - a saint saves himself abortion is bad when white man’s soul is present - but women aren’t men adultery’s fine for a man, it’s just hooky......Read More

...[I really must learn to read the contest’s rules before writing the damned poem... What follows is not twelve lines!] It was a good morning until My face was shoved under the gr......Read More

... ... stalactites hung like dystopian snot from a statue her brain was frozen and formed ice in her mind a lacuna without inlet or outlet arrested in time mind’s skates tied up in bundles......Read More

...The waves dilate as darkened clouds expand; A woeful soul observes the nearing storm. He sees the charcoaled sky extend its hand, Then feels the cresting waves toward him swarm. What hope is th......Read More

...it had indeed become the autumn of his life and he had harshly lost every spring in his step when his wife began to abuse his good faith abandoned him by the way side and the side walk was utte......Read More

...foisted upon her was the merry go round crystal chandelier it stuck in her beautiful mind like a beacon of flaming desire of clouds fried by a cuckoo with an indestructible socket her eyes w......Read More

...In spring gaze into my hazel eyes see distant horizons flat-lining the congolese savannah, touching bruised clouds against your creamy skin, hives peppered with puce contusions your pu......Read More