Claws Poems - Poems about Claws

...A creature dwells behind me Always lurking, skulking Robed in shadows, waiting, hovering. At times a ferocity of claws, shrieks - Icy vice like grips plunging through me! Others; a gnawing pois......Read the rest...

...In the caverns of her mind, she screams in despair, A solitary echo in the chilling air. "God, answer me!" Her voice, a desperate plea, Lost in the void, devoid of reprieve. "Why create me, k......Read the rest...

...Rebirth: Tragedy has been your favorite genre— A fount of acts and scenes of wailing tears and excruciating scars punctured alive by so-called healers. That oozing wound paints the genr......Read the rest...

... I remember having gone to bed a little tired, And soon fell into a deep sleep. Night chill prickled my skin. I felt unusually light. Wasn’t sure what had come about, But was shocke......Read the rest...

...Death (andaree form) This thief comes anytime of the day and night With claws of raptor sharper than scythe Grabbing us, loved ones or friends Mortality ends Soul departs Hence Lift our hea......Read the rest...

...Yellow Leaves of Kaj Thus, I learn to be glad in this room. The Chilghoza of the mind is black but the light is blue, If you search for green leaves, you will find yellow. Those monste......Read the rest...

... Something dreadful do I see, reflected in her eyes. Could be death she's seen in a horrid dream, or perhaps the relapse of a wretched addiction that's left her at the mercy of this rav......Read the rest...

...There is a thing inside It claws and gasps for breath Horrid thoughts reside Of the sweet release of death But it is death who in wrath Leaves me feeling so To find a now muddied path Reducing......Read the rest...

...The Flower Seller Amelia wares un- cuticled painted nails, She hop scotches a pirate on one leg, Tip-toeing long sun cast morning shadows, beneath billowing hand stitched, salty sails; ......Read the rest...

...SPHINX STONE I am Sphinx Stone Sun stationed statue silent sculptured synoptic not marble or granite nor black tourmaline or crystal sapphire quartz vortex for Void actualising sacred a......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...

...Cowpoke by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16 Sleep, old man... your day has long since passed. The endless plains, cool midnight rains and changeless ragged cows alone remain of what once was.......Read the rest...

...He sits in the attic all day, trimming his fur A creature without a name or a country Climbs into my closet an hour before bedtime I sense him, but cannot see him For he can be invisible when he ......Read the rest...

... Spring airs her heart as she slowly thaws, To dance with words, her melodic tunes, Unleashed to bloom once crippled claws, To spin and weave a life within her blooms. A theatre of starlings......Read the rest...

... A giant road is emerging. My sandy path is ready to be swallowed. Gambol, amble, ramble, saunter, stride… My way knows a variety of my gaits. This is a stamped path in my gene as an elep......Read the rest...