Flaccid Poems - Poems about Flaccid

... What is it about Sunday night that the universe just can't get right Sunday days, often serene Monday morns, fueled by caffeine But Sunday nights, phlegmatic and placid a......Read More

... It hangs by its collar on my bedroom closet doorknob: empty, shoulders collapsed, sleeves plunging downward listless like a flaccid sail – a caricature of myself drifting on the sea......Read More

...Selene was smoldering, the shadows shrouding Her face. Alone. I crept through limp leaves and decaying debris. I felt grim fingers grasping, gripping, slowing my pace. Faint flickers filte......Read More

... Here’s a truth with embarrassment: Male and female bodies begin with snug and firm fitting skin. With age and overeating they end augmenting into something akin to a loose hanging flacci......Read More

...Another day marches through September With its ordinaries, its appointments, its glitches -- Hopefully, it will pass as most uneventful, Not seared in our brain by some tragedy I’ll s......Read More

...Dick Flaccid lived a Mary life Though Bible teachings caused him strife He hoped someday Someone would say, "I now pronounce thee man and wife!"......Read More

...Glistering liquid midnight, whispered her pain to me Oceans hissing as thoughts scream cruelty, Bleeding evening; a Citadel by the sea Strawberry scent by the pyre as fine could be. For here I ......Read More

... (Andrew Wyeth, American Artist 1917-2009) “There she was without affectation – the quality of a Medici head.” – Andrew Wyeth Who can look away and not be changed by his last por......Read More

......He remembered his childhood, Cajun stories of the bayou, and one of an old witch doctor, they claimed he still practiced voodoo. He had seen the man once or twice, he’d seemed rather old de......Read More

...Grammatically I’ll take a scolding But I’m convinced that I am “olding” a tattered towel that still needs folding. For when they say “old man let’s go” I tie my shoes without Velcro Just lea......Read More

...She knew the truth, But smuggled it, Underneath her weary cloak, A thousand holes, Peaking, through Worthy, is she? Accomplished, a wise woman, Exclaiming her wisdom, Her shadows are hidin......Read More

... rain drops weave lattice on drooping leaves… flaccid willow weeps December 30, 2021 Contest : Modern Haiku Sponsor : Chetta Achara......Read More

... E Do not hold your breath. P take the horse out of the rain... E Do not look a gift horse in the mouth. P To the given horse do not look out the teeth... E Piss off P inflate the s......Read More

... foppish forester trips up on liberty caps twirls down rabbit hole en route to his cell flaccid eared fuzzy cops gnaw him for a time ......Read More

...It was not only the losers that were staging a hasty exodus around the airport.Largely outnumbering them were native frantic runaways. Like goaded gazelles, pell-mell, they yelled at hell where ......Read More