Cramped Poems - Poems about Cramped

...I’m craving a smoke I’m craving a drag, a poisonous and toxic puff of smog to fill my empty lungs to pass the time to feel the burn in my throat. I fill my body with solitude and me......Read the rest...

...Rubbing boys shoulders with sunburn oil. The sun smiles at the pain, the brush of fingers against raw flesh. But like a war wound, those boys be proud. Offer them a salve and they scoff, don......Read the rest...

...You can walk right into this image. Stand there near the typewriter if you like. Edward Hopper has allowed plenty of room. Although he has filled the space very well, As it is a small of......Read the rest...

...[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 4 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’] __________ A water cannon screeched around the corner on two wheels Four and twenty Terror Bugs were nipping at......Read the rest...

... High on remote cliffs, wildflowers huddle between wind scalped boulders, heads kept down, their roots weaved into crevices where a little soil has been won from rain wash and wear. The......Read the rest...

... On those long days when it was too hot to ride or run, a boy would find an island of cool beneath a tree and sit there with his pocket knife to whittle away time and a piece of wood. A goo......Read the rest...

... It can take time to find words to fit a thought, come together in a link to make known what was just a shapeless notion, a shadow trying to free itself from the dark. Perhaps a childhood......Read the rest...

...It is not fair, it is not just, That you have things that I don't! Do I suffer with envy and jealousy, Coiling like a noose in my chest? Or do I strive to improve myself? Or do I accept you ......Read the rest...

...An itsy bitsy spider Is waiting for the rain To drip its final droplets down So she can weave her web again. Next time she'll choose a better spot Than that worn-out water spout. It was damp an......Read the rest...

... The chook house stood empty for most of my childhood. An enclosed corrugated iron shed was surrounded by a wire fence and a wooden gate held on by one rusty hinge. Inside was small a......Read the rest...

...Back and forth the monkey paces Alone is his small backyard cage. He did not make his cramped cage, But the small cage makes him. Far away, he sees children in a park Running free and laughi......Read the rest...

... The day comes with its invitations, a door that can be unlocked by a thought, a window whose light beckons the soul out of its dark retreat and, along a passageway, the sound of familiar v......Read the rest...

... There is no escape from strange morning whims, when irritation causes numbness in my limbs. Dawn has become an unwelcome nemesis, rage for sunrise an uncontrollable genesis, disturbing the ......Read the rest...

... Written: December 5th, 2023 _________________________________________ Inspiration bursts forth akin to a volcano with kinetic rainbows and gooey agony frothy vorti......Read the rest...

... Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s Eve, special days filled with festive charm. When family and friends all gather together, for a winter’s holiday on the farm. Old and young folks cramped a......Read the rest...