Frictional Poems - Poems about Frictional

... Intelligent energy, forging with life synergy, feels by touch, each sensation from fulcrum of cessation. Thus, both ascent and descent, frictional burn by consent, that be we in......Read the rest...

... The geometric dynamic Harmonious Beauteous Within the vibrant static Marvellous beauteous play Pulsating within Caressing our skin As to rhythm divine we sway Expanding acr......Read the rest...

... Supported by Brahma Holding erect energies Shakti engages in play In the stream of soma Igniting our central vein As a gift to our presence Receptive in surrender Aligned with love ......Read the rest...

...A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes thrown down on a dare to be won or lost till it became a pape......Read the rest...

...I also feel the pain, I feel sorry When I am forced to hate someone, I live in the heart of happiness When I love and get love from all, Because I'm human I have a conscience I have the power t......Read the rest...

...Mirrors don't lie about frank and ernest portrayal... Especially when giving cheeky badass blemished physiognomic reflection tricking me seeing displeasing likeness Matthew Scott Harris, a grow......Read the rest...

...BRAINSTORM Quiet brain quite norm hit by groaning gust bursting in cyclonic storm of betrayal and lies. Me diffused confused shattered battered in whirl pool of vo......Read the rest...

...Mime moost re cent poem titled Mental Illness...Inherent Since Birth fourth line down lacked an accidentally ohm mitt head "rack", thus presenting dearth of understanding, and ......Read the rest...

...Since the beginning of the *****sapiens’ phases of civilization Invisible pages of history printed sign of the times in message clear Giving clue to the artifacts of the cyclic growth and destructi......Read the rest...

...His voice soft and cracking, Wanting desperately to start conversation. . . Discomfort only letting out a few words from my trembling mouth. . . The center of the audience, Still alone in the......Read the rest...

...The breeze brushes against an oak, up the veiny bark and passed the lark, Frictional rapping of leaves breathe to life a thousand voiced whisper- the softest bellow echoes across the wild grass ......Read the rest...

...It’s a cruel evil, which attract Everyone by its spam beauty; It is a lighting sprit; which Doesn’t belong to one age. It is the frictional evil, which can’t Be destroyed completel......Read the rest...