Cramp Poems - Poems about Cramp

...Do you recall that old clock? Rested well above your bed With the broken pair of hands The one that struck at my dawn. It ceased dancing and stopped its chime Just as you gave up the ghost As......Read the rest...

...They found old tampons that were damp So archeologists at camp Questioned if terra Has a named era For the period of this cramp......Read the rest...

... Mirror Brave Give me days When it gets too much Just get outside Soak up some sun Haunted by dreams of murder Surrendering to The champion of dreams Sirens cramp the quiet sky Watching ......Read the rest...

...It was just a silhouette but it reminds me why I left the spirit box closed I felt as though the hand I was holding Was yours and not my own In my want to believe But reality hit me like a train......Read the rest...

...The Blackness And The Hard Labor Of The Housemaid Store up the spasms of the low rims of busy suns trudging work tills the upheaval of ragged soil and what of shadow hours, sweat and hard toil ......Read the rest...

...Drive mindfully, dear children, as you traverse hurdled highways of life, Cognizant that adjacent to an oasis of joy, lies a desert brooding strife; Assume charge of your chosen path, obey rules of......Read the rest...

...Every second, every minute, every single thought about you Wonders of this still could be too good to be true Fluttering in my heart, palpitations go amiss I yearn for the touch of your skin, and ......Read the rest...

...In their famous Mac Donald’s Camp A short man is their all-time champ: Smart Coleman: holder of camp’s lamp, Rivals’ once-dry armpits stay damp While legs after their fights cramp: Smart as thei......Read the rest...

...I try to keep my brain alert By writing poetry. I am still trying to think, But my mind is deserting me. My mind is in a muddle, As is my pitiful brain It is a constant struggle Am I going i......Read the rest...

...Erroneous mirror scatters his face Mills his skin into thin porous powder Muck which gets stuck under tongue in a paste Mouth stuffed with rubble cement rancid sour ......Read the rest...

...I want to say something about cursive writing (this might seem random). I’ve seen articles saying that cursive writing is a “dead art,” that computers have destined it for oblivion and questioning......Read the rest...

...Righteousness In Distress Many indisputably dreaded lunacy ensued yet hoped there is no hell On a dim corner, the deposed 2017 president wiggle in his dank cell Fake......Read the rest...

...Gossip Kills Writers’ Cramp Gossip Kills Sam Adams Often thought of the adage That Gossip kills. He was both a great gossiper A great storyteller Had the Irish wit Of his mother. B......Read the rest...

...It's 7:30 in the morning it's as cold as ice I'm sitting next to a beautiful girl in taxi Lilongwe isn't that far in a ractis she bends to the front Bench screamed like one invaded by a cram......Read the rest...

...Must explain my reason for grinning It's not what you might think Got a cramp down in my nether regions Maybe too many beans methinks It's easy for people to think I'm just happy Coz I......Read the rest...