Draft Poems - Poems about Draft

Verse 1: I was once a whisper, light on your tongue, A gentle hum, a soft song to be sung. But like the fray of ink, fading with time, I fell from grace as you lost your mind. Your fingers once tender, tracing my lines, Now calloused and tired, no longer entwined. A thought you had, now lost in the folds, A burden...

Continue reading...

From the outside it might look like my life has improved, But in spite of how I like to be viewed, I’ve never had to bite my tongue as often as I have in these last few months. Just gotta chew on my words like food. On the Southside of the city view, The lights on the...

Continue reading...

Hello, Hello, just a shadow In a rat race on game show it’s a rat race on a circus show Just a game for the cat chase, In a rat race against the cat chase In this circus show On my tiptoe, for Romeo Under the mistletoe But the lifeguard let go Manifesto I'm in denial I'm in denial Hunted by a crocodile I'm swimming idle I'm swimming...

Continue reading...

We're closeted mannequins stuffed in a storage bin. "No-Food" signs ignored by shoppers, their shared orange squirts juice. Our mannequin-custodial grins bar us from the lips' sweet 'oh'. I move in anyway till French kisses hang us in tangy wind chimes breezes tongue....

Continue reading...

written just before going to sleep the actual time is merely a notion to see time as an experience elevates watching time becomes hypnotic fixed for a moment, yet time happened, happens, happening I must and mustn't view it it'll take my minutes, I'll gift them for a seat I won't ask for them back, not in the...

Continue reading...

The draft by the door can only mean… That there is someone behind the screen. They claimed it was just a gust of wind. That wandered in. But I know that they can be sneaky. Suddenly the house is creaky. I didn’t notice before… That there is a crater in the floor. There is a crack on...

Continue reading...

firstly notice the neatly combed hair arms and hands would be needed for that I detect something amiss the breadth of those shoulders not those of a keen swimmer how location and the individual attributes conflict whilst beauty is only skin deep I smell a rat when skin isn't skin deep I'm in no position to judge a head full of metal...

Continue reading...

round and round we go on ladders looking straight ahead, feeling lopsided believing this lack of synchronicity is ours to shoulder we meet a fool, listen to their perspective lengthen our steps to go nowhere each pre-determined vantage point is lacking we'll never know more with a 360 on slow reveal four sides, five flags - take the clues drive yourself...

Continue reading...

The line that connects is an illusion we float past every origin and end are unresponsive to the light fantastic I know because I've never worn yellow you know because we've never met these words are in my head if I climbed the tree I'd reach the middle gain the fear of equidistance the point of no return being close butterflies...

Continue reading...

it's how we cast shadows our scattered pieces that stick in your throat or mellow you out on inhalation but tell me, how gently will you hold me - now I'm laid bare? I don't know anymore if I'm held together just by your glance or the fact you deem I have value I'd surely fall apart in anyone...

Continue reading...

Alice I got my draft notice in 1971 Nam was winding down I didn’t wanna go. So, I started hummin a song, just a few bars mind you about Alice, you remember Alice. This is a song about Alice and the war of course. I thought I would have to report Then I remembered my special crime I committed in Stockbridge, Mass. Garbage, that was the...

Continue reading...

verse 1 Mr Nice Man nice disguise at the front just like your own paintings blur the edges just like Salvador. verse 2 Promising prizes not like the wisest dont act like you care Predator. Chorus your floating in the wrong seas your fighting me for what for your hunting for the wrong things all like Salvador. Chorus 2 Your fighting in the wrong seas hunting for the wrong things up side down, wrong...

Continue reading...

I worry about all that stands, from stone steps to trees, the friction of those who forever pass by, held spaces between the sky and the ground. Whether a view could rush forward, engulf my airways, leave me choking - unless I talk to it calmly, lay it permanently...

Continue reading...

I would give everything I own Give up my hat, toupee, and comb I would give everything I own Just to scratch your back again....

Continue reading...

Space me out, spread and stretch my wings Graft me onto the aerial view to be snapped open feathered eyes to elongate, excavate skies to subterranean, conclave indecision, restless waiting Eye to eye, we look for similarities, sniff out those who smell right, add up the infinite to blow our brains, paint over...

Continue reading...