Conest Poems - Poems about Conest

...snowman three meters high an inelegant formation of grizzled snow packed in lumps needing refinement stubby tree-branch arms glutching fastened balloon......Read More

...Upon this twilight eve a full moon-lite night appeared, Crackling leaves with mounds of bags and children jumping with glee. As graves flew open with ghostly sights witches began their brewing, wi......Read More

... crazy cat lady chasing mothballs thinking maybe scented are her calls keeps her thoughts locked in an closet emotionally she applauds it crazy cat lady got lost in an mothballs......Read More

... unbroken debt of breaths what should your death mean to me not an other breath kept in secrecy step a little deeper into me never had a chance to breathe what should your death ......Read More

... unpredictable frosted crystal gloaming of pathos valiant melanchy forevermore ? . .. ... .. . 8 word conest challege added the word of .........Read More

...In spring the beautiful flower blossoms but withers away in the fall. 10-13-16 Conest: Life Or Death Sponsor: Silent One......Read More

...Wash over me, thundering, icy water Under your salty lash I remain unfazed Wash over me, midnight blue wave of terror My purpose remains clear through the haze Look unto me, bone-soaked and wea......Read More

...I Am The Artist Of My Life Aloft the hills I sit The world behind The clear sky above I, my master, And my soulful thoughts Reaching nothingness. So what is this life all about? I continu......Read More

...Cosmic Peace I have been wondering Ever since you left us, What were your thoughts That early morn? You were silent While you lay quietly on bed. For the past few months You had learned......Read More

...I ride a leaky newspaper raft Adrift on the linoleum Anxiously awaiting an An attack of smelly squirming happiness covered in fuzz: Puppy love.......Read More

...So, you want to know what is in my chest. Well there is no silver, there is no gold, There is no hope, there is no love, there is no girlfriend; there is no food, there is no charm, there is no hones......Read More

...We are as we do and nothing more A meter of hope A cry to the wicked Soldiers march to the heartstrings of war Madness broken by human will Human nature broken by the insanity of repetition Milli......Read More