Conk Poems - Poems about Conk

...Nature flaunts a pallet of soft pastels She amply applies with an artist’s brush. And like pink sunsets, and coral conk shells, She transforms vivid inks, into a blush. Flowers disp......Read the rest...

...When I tie the noose, will you stop me from defying gravity, perhaps I shall hold my own hands whilst I try to descend high above the ground, and maybe when I fail, I'll put a  call through  to 91......Read the rest...

...The children always part their ways when they grow. Not because they don't love parents but because they feel no body understands them. They can't get over their emotions, they can't see what they h......Read the rest...

...A dent in my heart I will never admit to You can conk me over the head, knee cap me. I am not admitting to loving you at all right now I will never let you know that you sliced up my heart. It ......Read the rest...

...It snowed last night and spring’s nascent shades were hidden under a sky of lead, the cedars, green, cloaked by a blanket of snow white framed by tree trunks black. The swollen stream r......Read the rest...

...Laston Simuzingili linkedin with this American maverick freelancing writing scout, (and word maven par excellence Matthew Scott Harris always ha sellout), thru Spoken Word route, a popular glob......Read the rest...

...Dossier (doze heir) About This Sleepy Head Unable to shake off drowsiness iz not ease zee, hence, as a night owl, no (not that you give a hoot) ye may be share compatible ......Read the rest...

...Albeit cold shower with sudden zoo ming onset of brisk fallen temperatures may not be amenable to you dear reader, but after Matthew sets to washing creating substantial lather, visited with......Read the rest...

...when into scaly claws, sans first to sixth grade Precambrian relic (Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse, Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner, or Miss Rinderle). Invariably the majority ......Read the rest...

...every March seventeenth, the glint froom a perverted imp finds me achin' and if aye dig deep enough, this Goyish pseudo judo day yo criss chin can figuratively unearth a puckish (gnome like......Read the rest...

...I staggered down the road looking for skirt I’ve had my drink now time for dessert Bouncing off walls, falling about Eyes going funny about to conk out I get to the door and fall flat on my fac......Read the rest...

...“You’re not a spring chicken,” My husband blurts out. The truth in that statement’s Beyond any doubt. My running around’s Surely taken its toll, As Nature reminds me I’m not in control. ......Read the rest...

...I was getting the wind but was myth As he odium me was the real truth Lone wolf I remained, solo from reality And suffered the pain of libel..!!! Conk-out he did and joined another chum The tr......Read the rest...

...Free Power from O P S ......Read the rest...

...for Jean Franco ?(March 15, 1907- April 15, 1992) I They opened his abdomen found what they were not looking for though half-......Read the rest...