Flypaper Poems - Poems about Flypaper

.... 'bout your dad like fly paper your wing stuck stuck iz cool in fact i dig me the bou......Read the rest...

...Salt lick temptation lures that dangle, camouflaged darkness masks and blinds Easily captured when most attracted, flypaper memories —trap and bind (The New Room: November, 2021)......Read the rest...

...Habits are difficult to break… and when lethal it is as if trying to scale a fence with barbs at the top. Smoking, drug addiction, bad relationships attach to one’s spirit like flypaper or......Read the rest...

...Flypaper speckled Unbridled desire unleashed Conformity swarmed Stubborn adherence meets end Stuck on blind belief and faith......Read the rest...

... Look at the politrick pretty boys painting the green on their flypaper sticky lips Making plenty cold eureka noise Pluto eyes winking barren Mars tomorrows Uranus pocketbook sorrow ......Read the rest...

...I used to be free Acrobatics in the air I would soar with flair From here to way over there Fly away Into my dreams Free as the air that brushes by me Anywhere I could be Whatever tickles my ......Read the rest...

...They were given wings for flight, By restless flapping to reach the Light. Alas! on their upward flight they met A trap all-glitter so cleverly set. Stuck in the pleasures of worldly things They twis......Read the rest...

...The window is the forest And sunlight is the bait They try to fly outside But with sight they don't debate They buzz against the window And then they start to crawl Steady with the flypaper I ......Read the rest...

...Let not your heart be troubled by the recruiter's garrulous spiel! After all, he's paid to embellish army life to offer you a fabulous deal! When he called you 'private' you assumed there'd be priv......Read the rest...

...OK Let’s get started, huh? Well, ladies and gentlemen, on this sad occasion, it is my painful duty to welcome You all to the farewell meeting convened in honour of our beloved Uncle Hector. We ......Read the rest...

...like the hands of a clock, I watch the light change angle, as it moves trajectory crossing the face of the room, literally it’s as if the sun is keeping time for me, saving me the energ......Read the rest...