Fly Open Poems - Poems about Fly Open

... Young Lena wandering under a covered sky~ Alone I'm walking not far from my destroyed home. It's nearly Christmas where I live, but Santa Claus won't be here this year. It doesn'......Read the rest...

...With this rage comes no control No shadow of a doubt No ambition to let it go No sense of worth No forgiveness Only evil thoughts Only evil voices Drowning in hurt Catastrophic to my existen......Read the rest...

...An institution for the average man and also for the Toff The gun blasts, the gates fly open. They’re off. Eight magnificent Steeds already to win the race. Trampling all before them, galloping at......Read the rest...

...Shut doors later fly open: Sometimes do so by a half; The half is but a token; Not a large-horned cow; 'Its calf'. All about' How one wants it', Still,Man should not dig his pit, Many dared b......Read the rest...

...My Irish eyes They cry for you All through the night And day for you For times we had And those never been For what I’ve seen And what could not be Oh love My heart It breaks apart I can n......Read the rest...

...CURIO NUN placed in the palm of my hand, a wee little nun with praying hands. this tiny sculpture hugged my heart, at once filled my eyes with salty tears. certainly my Aunt leans on my sh......Read the rest...

...You Can Hear tonight you can heed to the bat of ill repute sincerely takes a good campaign you reek a jellow smile, prefer a baked potato of the Mexico.... you can hear the owl with the mask in......Read the rest...

...Some fly in their jumpsuits, others are thrown naked to a place where thoughts are fig leaves. A few conjugate dots of light into a body-language. Many shoot off like toothpaste from a tube, tu......Read the rest...

...The TFL Shaman- A Journey Home. Raindrops trickle down the misty train windows, Obscuring views of coloured graffiti, Works of passion sprayed on to embankment walls. Bright colours splattered ......Read the rest...

...The Ancient Viking Warrior In His Old Age, A Collaboration With Vladislav Raven Part (1.) Biding his time, as each day wrangles its hours away his soul resting between heaven and Hade's hot ......Read the rest...

...Part - 1. Biding his time, as each day wrangles its hours away his soul resting between heaven and Hade's hot fires for wanton desires shall demand highest of life's pay from blood flowing unti......Read the rest...

...The doors fly open; racing out Are kindergarteners, one by one. With beaming grin, each gives a shout To those who wait when day is done. It’s mostly, “Mommy!” sometimes “Dad!” Depending on wh......Read the rest...

...Why do poets take such pains to create something so hard to understand? Do they purposely try to cover deep truths with big words and fancy phrases? Why not just say what they want us to know a......Read the rest...

...from the Black coat to God brushing my coat get the dog hairs and lint trapped in a rough brush long firm strokes across the shoulders down the back there is a flap like an old trench c......Read the rest...

.... . Bleeding ripe woman, wet naked stone; honey rock dries-- fast star bone. Dead memories change just like laid, wants fly open-- soul sky parade. Sea moon dreams, daddy heard stars-- ......Read the rest...