Crouched Poems - Poems about Crouched

...I did not leave like a storm. I left like sediment— quiet, heavy, having learned the language of sinking. You called it love, but I was always the chalk outline beneath your ego’s bootprint,......

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... On one old album cover from my early high school days, four young men pose casually in the center doorway of a weathered beige adobe-looking building with some cracks in its walls. From left to......

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... Hungry morning dew perpetual heavy haze icy embrace blood red rubies another victim in a dark alley beaten with chains Bruises Pulverizes the earthlings existence wit......

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...To the boy who studied by the roadside resto’s dim flicker, muffling jeers with pages turned in stubborn hands— each “you’ll fail” dissolved into the steam of instant coffee, your only shiel......

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...On his way to the stream Leaves fluttered and dance with the breeze His flops screaming crisps sound Like it was being forced to step on dry leaves Naked except for a short and the abundant gri......

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...I saw ten ships departing north, From out the grand Canal. They each were armed with cannons four, With mighty rationale. Atop them flew my country's flag, A phoenix white in pride, It struck a......

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...If I have not walked in nature, Once a day, If I have not heard a bird sing, If I have not crouched before a blade of grass, If I haven’t prayed in front of an old tree Covered with climbing i......

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... “What is Past is Prologue.” The Tempest. It's the young ghosts that haunt us most. A vison of my 6-year-old self, looking up from a basement window at the gray pavement above my head. ......

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...“Cats teach us how to enjoy life. They savor every moment, from the warm sun on their backs to the joy of a well-played pounce.” ......

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...Trapped, Scared, Wary A dimly lighted room, A boy with no way out, Heavy metal locks on the polished brown doors, An abandoned clock ticking away, Counting hours, minutes, seconds, Before the......

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... Little Mary had a cute bunny pet, she played with, till another one she met. When autumn’s crunchy breeze started to blow, a pigeon made home in her window low. Soon it became a dea......

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...A fleet of clover feet. The puddle grunts. Crouched atop leafy beds, groovy eyes dance. Croaks and caws, a symphony. A quartet in the woods. ......

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... All that ever was is all that ever will be and its pass of years washed to the sea. O’ death is woe, and I am as I feared alone beside the Estuary of the Dead. Hear the pitch and ......

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...We played a game amongst twisted trees Then studied the decaying river bank And as we crouched down onto our knees Our paper boats sailed away and sank We rolled around the blades of grass So......

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...The long, green tail twitching on the kitchen floor Fills me with disgust, so I throw it outside. I'm aware that my obligate carnivore Has a secret that she disdains to confide. The cat grabbed......

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