Charcoaled Poems - Poems about Charcoaled

... Meaning is over there, beyond the burnt paddocks and blackened hills, the crumpled, flattened ruins of houses. It is further out than that nothingness glazed upon the distances of a vacant......Read the rest...

...Before: When no middle ground can be found amid rifts They’ll send in a few unsolicited gifts The east and the west shall politely decline each incoming gift with a two fingered sign It......Read the rest...

...Lit Like a Little spark Blazes blood red Wild vampires compete Black frightening owls soar Charcoaled skyscrapers collapse Dry bones of men and women seen The solars and lunars shake in sham......Read the rest...

...(His Version of Somber) Even in the light of day no light can penetrate me, the darkness seeps out of my soul and it consumes me I have no light to shine on me, that was taken away, so now my day......Read the rest...

...*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 the rest...

...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! Some......Read the rest...

...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 geo......Read the rest...

...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 the rest...

...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 the rest...

...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 the rest...

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

...[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 lef......Read the rest...

...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 the rest...

...[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 the rest...

...... 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 of ......Read the rest...