Fingernail Poems - Poems about Fingernail

...Voyagers  The old ship rust stripped like a Sudanese mule doomed to carry fleeing people across a landscape of despair Why, she floats is a lasting mystery From one obscure port to another s......Read the rest...

...Voyagers  The old ship rust stripped like a Sudanese mule doomed to carry fleeing people across a landscape of despair Why, she floats is a lasting mystery From one obscure port to another s......Read the rest...

...Re: viewing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live The following poetic account written more'n a dozen dirty dancing decades ago, while I (a socially withdrawn *****S......Read the rest...

... Hear the faded out groans beneath each grocery store tomato, Blisters popping out as old, worker hands Begin to pick up the pace, Dirt growing thick, drilling beneath each thick fingernail A......Read the rest...

...Look at those nails! I say to the five-year-old. Each fingernail is a different color. Who did that? Iask. Some lady. Was it expensive? No. Was it your mother? No, a lady in the nail shop. ......Read the rest...

...The Drawer In the drawer in the kitchen, there is a bit of this, some of that, and everything else! Well, nearly so. There is tape, and string, and a funny thing... there is no name......Read the rest...

...Heady sounds that make one curl inwards like a snail within its shell Achy grating noises like a fingernail scratching across a chalk board Every velvet ear deserves sounds of......Read the rest...

...in the small flower garden no bees no butterflies there are only stones the size of a fingernail I back and forth there filled with stones without going around always across groan and so......Read the rest...

...If you want to darkness dump, To in life take a long jump; If you need a sounder base, A crossing into new phase… For who wants to rule his thought, Not relying on ideas bought; For emerging ......Read the rest...

...The mood lifts from the lips, parched with permanent nicotine, and falls, like snowflake-ashes from a turbulent volcano. The uninhabited eye, underneath the patch - a vacant stare into a cloudless......Read the rest...

...walls crawling inside out Escher etching fingernail grout staring at stares plaid throughout plied and played guts splayed out wailing away in bars in stout......Read the rest...

...My coping method fraught with utmost futility thus... My professional treatment plan predicated upon duress in extremis hence Electroconvulsive therapy, a last ditch effort I avail and surrend......Read the rest...

... “I’m in a giant hurry, no time to communicate!” The poet said, as he tried to reach others, still snoring in bed, late! He snuggled under the covers, an answer to find. “What’s the ......Read the rest...

...Her world is a paranoid marketplace. Fear is the zeitgeist and panic her shame. She’d married her psyche to a dog whistle pimp Who’d promised her he’d drain the swamp. And sure enough, he did. ......Read the rest...

...Ruing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live The following poetic account written more'n a dozen dirty dancing decades ago, while I (a socially withdrawn *****Sapiens) ......Read the rest...