Desperate Poems - Poems about Desperate

...Terror so concealed Its fighting for the dominance of her sight. Her eyes stretching wide and full like plates being spun on sticks The ferocity provoking her doings The tempted cat in fracturi......Read the rest...

...In the quiet of the night, she waits alone, Her heart aching, longing for his tone. Beside her lies an empty space, A void she yearns him to embrace. With each passing hour, she feels the sting......Read the rest...

...I'm trying to count on these fingers the umbrellas I've lost on windy days: wasn't it hard chasing them? And swallowing raindrops, I challenged the mayhem! Wasn't it funny laughing at the desperat......Read the rest...

...My call is helpless My pain is potent My cry is desperate With meaningless thoughts My head is filled with distaste Not a spark of hope around With broken wings, I sit in a corner But, with ......Read the rest...

...Believe it or not, their ubiquitous webs Are everywhere; they are the dictators Who kidnap, maim, torture and kill teachers, Poets, ordinary folks and babies in their cribs. They rob and ransack ......Read the rest...

... In a dim-lit room where shadows linger, I sit alone, with pen in hand, Seeking solace in the ink's embrace. The paper waits, blank and serene, A canvas for my thoughts to flow, A......Read the rest...

...CRISIS TEAM: HELLO WE ARE HERE TO HELP AGENT BROWN: HELLO I'M AGENT BROWN IN DIRE NEED OF THE FBI HELP AFTER I CONTACTED THE FBI ABOUT THE ARSON MURDERER OF 9 CIRO GARGANO AND HIS ACCOMPLICE ACTUA......Read the rest...

... Magick, sly white rabbit burrowed inside a hat; Desperate for a sweet carrot, he hides; Within sanctimonious dwells a deadly illusion; ......Read the rest...

... Socks Missing Whether regular or occasional, on daily basis or ceremonial throughout world, random uses of socks: Every one owns abundant stock,......Read the rest...

...In the heart of the night, next to the unmoved clock, She lies, with the pillow—a saline lake of pagan scents, Mourning something that was never spoken. Prisoner in the castle of shadows, where da......Read the rest...

...We are going to dig to bury our dead: Mother, father, sisters and brothers, Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers. We are going to inter our dead: Archbishop, pastors, Houngans and vicars. The ......Read the rest...

...No more Mothballs and cedar assault my nose The dust mites and stale air dry my throat A wardrobe that is just that The lion roars no more Neutered and robbed of his fire The l......Read the rest...

... Sunrise and already the water is being seared with a glow as if under a grill. You can feel the heat building in the morning air, the sand still warm from yesterday. The tide has left......Read the rest...

...Re: viewing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live The following poetic account written more'n a dozen dirty dancing decades ago, while I (a socially withdrawn *****S......Read the rest...

...O' desperate soul, bereft of freedom's song, With fingertips bound by a turmoil's throng. Where hope is lost, as shadows creep and trill With dread and longing, beneath each waning hill. How can ......Read the rest...