Concussed Poems - Poems about Concussed

... Inspired by Leon Spilliaert's– The Vertigo (The Staircase) sorry, I mistook the wind in my hair as a sign I existed tried to find myself there yet I feel dizzy I feel alone I fear I'll tu......

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... Line of inquiry: "here I am in human form but it was not always quite so earth is not the only planet I’ve been to through past life regressions I definitely know" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~......

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...Jack and Jill were brother and sister, whose environs were hilly and green; And they groomed horses and worked in gardens, oft 'til a moonlight scene. They did daily chores on a farm, in ......

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... “My tears are testimony of my devotion to Beloved; and from those tears white lilies will grow that speak the truth.” Rumi I had heard the legend of her tears, silent drops of sorrow ......

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...The street seemed so much smaller now The grime and the smell were still the same though Engrained like the people who lived there It was the only thing that never left him She stayed at ......

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...Months piled up on themselves, became a road block. I can still hear the sound of falling rocks. I am concussed by the years. Bought a pair of new sneakers, bought a wristwatch that counts st......

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...Reddish city forced city conquered, suffered... concussed freedom lost self life, enslaved by foolishness of absurd men.. until when my God! Will live like this, without having life.........

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...she was a sassy little mermaid with only one ardent wish to wreak havoc on mankind for introducing chips to fish she’d sit upon that lorelei rock and keep her constant check and in the cold wea......

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...It was Christmas Eve and I was at the airport, Not a soul in sight, almost deserted, it was 10.00 pm, Only two hours before Christmas day, Perhaps if I got on a plane, I would see Santa in his sle......

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...They grow out of our minds. They excavate the past with the jaw bones of concussed elks, time is not in them, it is only we who shimmer then disappear. Wind and a cold moonlight carves them s......

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...Tidal Waive I woke up at the bottom of a wave. At least, I think I was awake. You collapsed upon me and ground sand into concussed memory. My eyes opened, but my breath, in terror, was ta......

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...First grade, pelted with eggs Second grade, broke both legs Third grade, fell down the stairs Fourth grade, clawed by a bear Fifth grade, ran into a tree Sixth grade, twisted a knee Sev......

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...Visions grow out of our minds like vines. We want to excavate the bare-knuckled past with the jaw bones of concussed elks. Wind and a cold moonlight still carves them. They are the blun......

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...Rob Gronkowski, known as 'the Gronk' A football star chiseled from rock, no 'policy wonk' At the top of his game, retired at age twenty-nine A star who saw stars ~ concussed at least nine ti......

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...It must have happened in the night. In the backyard, a pair of men’s shoes. They loll now, mouths agape and concussed. Crows are pecking at the shoelaces. Rain-fish splash i......

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