Estranged Poems - Poems about Estranged

...These days, actors and singers serve my catapult mayhem, sometimes they are catalyst too! I sing in between their lines of songs their churned up recorded whims, hums, and candid cataracts! And......Read the rest...

...Well, here I am again… at my crossroads I can tell they are mine The marker I.D. reads “Between a rock and a hard place” “What a shameful disgrace As usual, I am not alone We are not born alon......Read the rest...

...My children ponder this, for something’s gone amiss. I bore and nurtured you. This I was proud to do and in your infant days I taught you proper ways. You played in pastures green,......Read the rest...

...In the quiet aurora, where no whisper builds awakening, No expecting arm to scatter the veil of nights that naturally flee. Is it the embrace of the ether or the mystery of the wasteland being sift......Read the rest...

...Ah, confidence, my dear old friends, my bosom buddy, when there'd be loose ends when things get muddy, who'll take the credit, be those who led it, lest there'd be a debit, then who'll ......Read the rest...

...vibrational mismatch attains escape velocity burning bridges of love in the womb of existence yearnings of love yet await return of the prodigal son two ships cross in the ocean mixed emot......Read the rest...

...It's Hell twenty-third century, they con Troll, got shot in the brain nothing vital, though my mind's at a loss an absence, helloo, I am but a guess in my own house, it sense I do naught exist fo......Read the rest...

...In the chamber of silence where souls converge, Masks lie in wait, the nocturnal guardians of our being. Adorned with grimaces and velvet smiles, They are armors against the unknown arrows of the ......Read the rest...

...Back approximately half my life ago dissociative disorder if qualified to self diagnose mein kampf psychological state... I lacked emotions where others concerned. That refrain replayed it......Read the rest...

... My Father died at 63 I’m now 75 I remember the day I turned 63 Thinking I would finally know What he knew Be able to feel what he felt See what he saw And to be who he was But I wasn’t a d......Read the rest...

...once trust is lost love is tossed out cold frost sets in......Read the rest...

...I don’t feel good at this I’m feeling so hopeless I need some happiness I’m feeling dread instead I’ve been consuming sorrowful bread I’ve been feeling rather dead I want to repent of being s......Read the rest...

...In Pacifica I despise that portrait of me. The likeness ends with the name. Yes, Jane Seymour, unbeheaded Queen of England. No, not of pinched thin lips and sharp bird-beak nose. Those hideou......Read the rest...

... Umbilical umbrellica of umbral phantanes "Anjelsmoth Banjitreel Naievae" These are the spasmodic words you cause in me, dare to ascertain in my exotic condition of your cusping co......Read the rest...

...And I embrace the realm of modern poetry, Wild and free, its spirit flowing through me. In a world of ever-changing forms and styles, I navigate currents with versatile wiles. No longer bound b......Read the rest...