Faltering Poems - Poems about Faltering

When azaleas spread their deep pink cups I hold my breath and hope for form to hold an hour before they begin their twisting dance to dust. O beauties, did my touch bruise the space about your faltering grace?...

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The bars of my cell are fastened together with the loud barks of combatant's screaming dimwitted noise. Discouraging whips scar my will, leaving seared brands of indignation, attempting to disrupt my poise. Plagued by thoughts of being 'freed', becoming a slave to the wallowing whines of emotional boys. But escape from this prison...

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He did not want anything after the sex and death of a protagonist. Rebuffed and sliced through the body, the onus was left on toxic mix. He died in deprivation, in intensity of hunger and fluidity of thirst. The quartet of grenades stretched too far the indemnity of shell shocked apostles. A clan lost the sense of hearing. A mystic odyssey of massacre, raising the...

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I have faltered in this place called life so many times. Reality has become a slandering word to everyone. Visions of happiness have portrayed itself in crimes. Visions of sadness delivered upon the break of sun. Each new day separated from the other but the same. Creeping endlessly, I continue upon each day’s eve. I have to realize that life is...

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Faltering Freedoms Today our freedoms fall one by one, disappearing but not by an act of war, if we don’t wake up there will be none, while the politicians knock on the door. Slowly adding more governmental rules, with idles promises to delight our minds, sadly designed to control our very tools, chronicles continue to repeat over time. Such mirrored images of a forgotten...

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