Earpiece Poems - Poems about Earpiece

...Sneaking into the museum to avoid the sudden rain Raisin said, “I don’t want to get soaked right through again, It was bad enough when that truck through that puddle dashed And you and me - but ma......Read the rest...

...Jogging on the roadside, With my friends at my side. He moves every inch with us... I almost forget we were four. Seeing him as one; we discuss Along the line to the very core Before I kne......Read the rest...

...A famous alumnus is visiting the university. I got an invitation several days ago to a small, socially distanced, masked, focus group. It was to be early on a Saturday morning - so, why not? I was ex......Read the rest...

...She wanted me to meet her pet, but I was not ready to go yet. Her enormous python and giant black cobra I had already met. Alligator? Crocodile? Probably something that could tear me apart. I mad......Read the rest...

...So I had an appointment today to inspect a motorcycle in Stevenson. I pulled up to the house and walked to the front door then knocked. A woman opens the door and I say, I'm here to inspect the motor......Read the rest...

...PEACE AND HER EAR PIECE My eyes greeted the way to the class, Saw different people with different eyes, Some without and with glass, Some toss around like an empty mass. Then did i saw a spi......Read the rest...

...I drumbeat your heartbeat Sweat beating off body heat I red dye your blue sky With thunderbolt electrify Play until my fingers numb The fine hairs of your eardrums And rapture into a new vers......Read the rest...

...Sunset is deep and beautiful But is feels like calm before great battle The area is tropical and blissful The soft sky is reflected in women’s eyes that are black hazel The river murmurs gently As i......Read the rest...

...I love my telephone earpiece, not so much because my hands are free to get other things done, but because now when others catch me talking to myself, they assume that I'm on my phone talking to so......Read the rest...

...Pt 1 Far out, they cried when I stood on cinders, feet combusting, like it was clever; even though water sprinkled the joint, coals sizzled, flesh melted, spat; chunks of sinew, popped li......Read the rest...