Fitted Up Poems - Poems about Fitted Up

...Read Ted Kooser. Save your egg cartons until you have a fitted stack tall enough to be mistaken for an art project. Melt them down in a bucket of water. See how the float at first, then slowly succum......Read the rest...

... I remember having gone to bed a little tired, And soon fell into a deep sleep. Night chill prickled my skin. I felt unusually light. Wasn’t sure what had come about, But was shocke......Read the rest...

...I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks..., (a poor excuse for legs), and get me the latest sophisticated prosthetics advancements, whereat integration of cultured stem cells into custom made......Read the rest...

...I made a good impression today April 19th, 2023... getting fitted for a new pair of dentures at Liberty Dental in Phoenixville, Pennsylvania; The tab picked up courtesy Aetna Medicare Advantra ......Read the rest...

... "Auric Obsidian - The Face Clean Behind the Gun" You drew me into your new world, the corridors of your mind fitted me perfectly imperfect into the portraits pegged onto your wa......Read the rest...

...Maybe I am not allowed in the society Maybe I am not fitting in the society But wait what society? The society who beats me with rods? Or the society Who crushes me by there vehicles? Or the......Read the rest...

...Temporal incarnation of Aphrodite... induces idyllic reverie delight evoking similar surge, when skirting, and eluding fidelity defining the marital law on par with courting in flagrante deli......Read the rest...

...Search my heart and see what you can find, search my heart and meet with the divine, I have been locked up in this cold secluded place for many years, waiting on the sun to shine on my face, the day ......Read the rest...

...Lost in my own little world as usual Fleeting idle thoughts come and go I gazing out of the window I notice the blue and fluffy candy cotton sky And the sun shines in my eyes Landscapes live for......Read the rest...

...The young wide-eyed owlet was almost too cold to hoot He sat in the crook of the oak, looking at his left boot He needs a little cap, I will knit him the farmer’s wife said. Okay agreed her husban......Read the rest...

... Self's colors-change in the modes of wanting, as a chameleon in the daylight, as the seasons fade to black, hunting season where loyalty is clothed in sackcloth, used as a knapsack w......Read the rest...

...amble waddle search she strains at her walker prowling the home's halls shoe on one foot bare on the other in an other worldly time her soft footed tracks are marred with circumstance ......Read the rest...

...Bell rang decades ago, Still.... Still as the water before the dis, Stuck in a fantasy Of what really is, Lost in my sanity, Still losing grip, Of ingrown agony, But happily, It dismantl......Read the rest...

...They come to me in phrases in couplets newly born Screaming from the highest places fitted but unworn They come to me in dreamsleep the moon recycled new Time released in words immortal ......Read the rest...

... O, elusive muse, mysterious and profound bruise, you bewitch my soul, never to be found in the way of former use. In your absence, I am left with bittersweet caramello pai......Read the rest...