Full Stop Poems - Poems about Full Stop

...Youth is a deep, colorful green as part of the most verdant life. Youth is a period of one's span of TIME. In the U.S., ......Read the rest...

...Words are loaded weapons, mightier than any sword, words are proclamations, for peace at home and abroad. Words are adult voices, the small boy’s bedside tale, words are the judge's sentence,......Read the rest...

...They said, "Fake it till you make it". I faked my life, I faked my soul, I faked it all the being of my being. She said, "Just try little harder" I tried it till I was numb, I tried it till......Read the rest...

...My hands are tainted, painted with regret and stained with caution I wish to love like no tomorrow, sorrow borrows my will Green tea shots, forgot, but not by choice of heart My mind plagued by l......Read the rest...

... Teen Age Love When I was only seventeen owning heart open and clean Dear, You were too eager and keen. I have not glan......Read the rest...

...Gone digital begun/beginning Networking with me-self Can't find a full-stop to stop What yer looking at fish-face??? Yer know since yesterday I can't find me thumbs falling feet first in-......Read the rest...

...Another day, another way Another year, another tear Another place, different space Old book, new look Old fears, new tears Look back, different tack Loose ends, old friends Say goodbye, heav......Read the rest...

...I've put some lime pickle with my lunch Just to reset my senses (and because I like it) I may have eaten a large quantity of chocolate too (but that was because it was there) Why am I writing this......Read the rest...

...Sack the lot, theyr'e not that hot' Mixed messaging and many flaws Wicked counsel deviant causes Making most, to reasess.' By many Multitudes there will be redress.' Its a mash of polony proces......Read the rest...

... "The Crow Bar" she said, here I bury my dead, you can hear them sleeping somnulent forget-me-nots, snoring blithely unaware, in neat rows between the thick, ink injec......Read the rest...

...I walked alone by moonlight as I lived in fear of the sun, Blinded and burnt once too often by her false promises. Left thinking everyone only ever saw her loving warmth, While I sat silently cryi......Read the rest...

...BEGINING, none that I perceive; where that dot in time where the dot or seed, where the trigger and the stripey tiger that leaps ahead of itself? Then the linear sprouting’s along an arro......Read the rest...

... "Phenomonology" time drips through the lens of philosophy phenomonology melts the solid realisation; was all that time spent inconsequential, the purpose of it all ......Read the rest...

...How I miss Spring with showers supreme rainy weather kept everything green But now it's June in the summer heat have to water or it's your garden's defeat An early heatwave it is blazing hot e......Read the rest...

...What am I doing?, the strength of a real poet is to speak truth through words but most words I cannot pronounce, I struggle to recite my poems out loud, i realise i have misspelt as I proceed to......Read the rest...