Fixed Poems - Poems about Fixed

...It's just me moving towards the unknown I see you reaching in like I should know One's next move, hands out, I don't... not any longer My only excuse... it's been and done, Again... "bring it" ......Read the rest...

... July 21 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 27-29 Key Verse – Proverbs 27:11 My son, be wise, and make my heart glad, that I may answer him that reproacheth me. <>...Read the rest...

... You cast your spell is it wicked or well it meets at the top of my spine and the base of my mind Sun in the morning Moon in the night You are the one Committed to this I walk intac......Read the rest...

...Peace and tranquility for two weeks, Life on pause, living a different dream, We had many lows and peaks, Our love was concentrated, a beam. Nights of pleasure and desire were shared, Heading b......Read the rest...

... The Biblical book of Genesis poetically recounts the undetermined time of creation as happening in a week of seven days. As I look back upon life, which has gone by so quickly, it seems that eight......Read the rest...

...The past is like a lesson book, Into which those who are wise look. The insights gained inform their view, as they assess the current milieux. The past we know is not too kind To those who blo......Read the rest...

...A Strange heat is walking up the street with a heavy load upon its head and a yardstick to measure the dead, it’s walking in a straight line, staring at the glaciers melting from the hill filling the......Read the rest...

...This poem is penned to my sartorial self, about wardrobe clothes on the rail or the shelf, replica football shirts, too tight, too small, threadbare cord trousers, I don’t wear at all, now for re......Read the rest...

...Chalk dust swirls, a constellation of knowledge. The classroom hums with potential, electric. Each mind is a universe, expanding, colliding. Every lesson plan is a map of uncharted territories. E......Read the rest...

... In twilight’s grasp, where shadows cling, The Watchtower stands—a somber thing. Its stones, like secrets, cold and gray, Whisper tales of faith’s decay. Within those walls, devoutly blind, ......Read the rest...

...A poet’s pen of wicked artifice, it is so heavy and so eclectic; The writer’s creativity’s heavy, tricksy to be inflamed so luminous; Too many dollar bills to pay a price I carry this burde......Read the rest...

... I once made a stranger bleed out from his eyes After transcribing his skeleton, and then reading His scratched-up bones back to him. I was thirteen when it happened, English class When I fi......Read the rest...

...Mary; After entering the room, the sounds that continue to cry on the phone are heard from three doors in Joseph's room. Joseph; He knew it was downstairs and after a few days, he agreed to prevent t......Read the rest...

...Drops hit my head. I don’t move. I close my eyes and feel and count. When I eat dinner, I help them organize the spoons. After a productive day, I go back to my room. Back to counting the drops ......Read the rest...

...A thought arose... In Hegel's great dialectic cotillion, Time transcends as the Absolute emerges, From deep submersion. Veritably idealistic path to verity. It is all about History! While S......Read the rest...