Drop Back Poems - Poems about Drop Back

... Gus didn't have the original pointer that came with the Ouija, so he used an extra Indian feather, since it came from a real Indian, it may prove to be advantageous. Since Indians were ......Read the rest...

...Beneath the endless waves lays a body Piscine and bow-legged; felt from miles away Next to it, I sit Lungs half-full, dappled sunlight caressing me An abyssal peace shared with none A third di......Read the rest...

...I feel like Afghanistan All the friends who helped me through my depression Have left I want to leave this body I call home Rather than wage war with my demons Strong and mighty Smiling is eq......Read the rest...

...All Chevy drivers are dangerous; they cannot drive. I search for a few minutes, finding the Chevy emblem. Watch stealthily, sure enough he cuts in front of me. Proving my theory. Now I change m......Read the rest...

...she leans back and points bare toes at clouds chains creak their rhythmic squeak, hypnotic loud taken aback, her hair sails slipstream flung downstream freedom for a moment hung in mid-air - eart......Read the rest...

...The candle light flickers for no reason even when shielded from stray puffs of wind. It is an internal thing, rhythm within its being, a vibrato in its song of pixels waved. A reminder that makin......Read the rest...

...Two new crutches and two double shots of Bushmills Irish Whiskey enabled Joe Faherty to move from the back seat of Moira Murphy's 1976 Buick into Eagan's Funeral Home for Tim McGillicuddy's wake. At ......Read the rest...

...The Rainbow of Truth, of which we are part, burst from invisible Unity’s heart. We whirl into Life as visible light, then drop back through Death into blended night. Dazzled by life and existe......Read the rest...

...Morning sun rise up Coffee in a cup New leaves from the branches of trees Cold air passing by me, I embrace Clear like a blue sky My face seems as I passed them by Laughter, sweet smile are ......Read the rest...

...She was nine, her sister older. He was a big thirty-five mean drunk coming down from Saturday night, slicked-back black hair, Hawaiian shirt, dark wolverine eyes. He hit her arm hard, uttere......Read the rest...

...The fearful waves of life be rude, The strongest winds of armies rage, Yet still I find myself at ease, For, have I with me, Holy, a Sage. Rocks my boat so madly still, Roars the storm that......Read the rest...

...Everyday i walk through the open desert called life, crawling and stumbling trying to survive this world at night. Protecting my eyes from the sandstorms may be hard, but losing my grip on this thin......Read the rest...

...SHOT AT… Yes I went shooting with some city fellows to the Moonie We got a place to shoot that had the wild pigs So we are walking through a crop of something green and blooming When a porker Boa......Read the rest...

...A long spine of asphalt, sizzling black The macka back cart rumbling On the morning nerve, herring sprat Is high life some days in this place Across the street the bakery Up the street the parro......Read the rest...

...days like today endlessly spiral and circle back to the hopeless tomorrow. get lost in the anxious, just sink down with me don't move until this feeling leaves. got a whiff of hope in this stale ......Read the rest...