Dabbling Poems - Poems about Dabbling

...I ripped the curtain from the window to have a good view of what was transpiring outside, someone must have fallen from the roof top and lay dead on the road side, a little crowd had gathered around ......Read the rest...

...Flock Plus One Crouching among a gaggle of dabbling Canadian geese, a brown skinned child pushes back long black hair, intent on building a tidal pool of which he can be King. Extending a ridi......Read the rest...

...DON DIDDY'S DEEDS Diddy, the daring, dashing dude, Dabbled in dalliances, oh so crude. Darting through dreams, dollars, and deucing. Dangling diamonds & jewels, with his schuffel dancing.4 ......Read the rest...

...Off the workplace and throng the streets Flooding the city with our presence and fleets We must make the most of this weekly stint Waiting not for conviction but acting on a hint For the will t......Read the rest...

...The Earth lies flat on its bare back and gazed at the universe with its empty guts with worms crawling from its side and the lava bubbling up inside. It has been there for more than a year, seekin......Read the rest...

...("In the Beginning There Was the Word and the Word Was Good", 2019, original pen and ink) Borderline I’m only borderline Dabbling in Mental instability A fan at first Opening a port......Read the rest...

...The Fantasy of Childhood There was a tiny house near the main house built I think to house the elderly, but ended up being a place for old furniture, bits, and bobs. There was a loft where we kid......Read the rest...

...I smell like pencils in September. After they’ve been brought to that…to the machine hanging on the closet wall where our coats, our boots, our bags, and nonsense lived. You stared me in the eyes......Read the rest...

...I was just a kid You threw the “book” at me Hellfire, damnation, sinner!! Repent!!!! I was too young To remember “penting” So how could I do it again?? Purgatory…. “the not quite ready for pr......Read the rest...

...On a cold, dark, dearth autumn night, While I wrestle, nestle faithfully near my window pane Over a long memory of callous and precarious heart break from a callus pain While I stayed, stared at ......Read the rest...

...There was a young man named Anton, who lived back in the seventies, he wasn’t the type to fit in, felt outcast from society. Never got along with others, and didn’t enjoy playing sports, his ......Read the rest...

...Being Lonely Like a Little Boat (IFL) On a late summer afternoon Just on the eve of the new year ......Read the rest...

...I seldom look in the mirror anymore, my razor-blade with an edge of jagged rust – gave up “Creature features” with my early need to scare a girl into my arms at the theater a shower ......Read the rest...

...She sits idly on the edges, waiting Slowly, slyly, swallows the scene Tinges each facet of its meaning Scented by a distant aura. For her darkness bathes all in its light its soothing, sensuou......Read the rest...

...Routine initial dinner imparts his heart on sleeve Fourth date offer to move in, with her child Mirror shows soft character she strives to believe Demure manner somehow has him beg......Read the rest...