Graffitied Poems - Poems about Graffitied

... There is a sense of trespass on this frost enameled morning as I leave my footprints graffitied across the white grass, sending the noise of every step to crunch my presence into a wide, f......Read the rest...

...Unbeknownst to them I am their wild child, what a precious smile she’s a pussycat; Lecherous phrases on iron they were filed, unbeknownst to them I am their wild child; Calculated and curt is how......Read the rest...

...There's a feeling of sadness Mixed with a wistful awe As we pick our careful way Across a rubble strewn floor. An eerie sort of half light, As though hiding from the day, Hiding our history unt......Read the rest...

...She sits on the train looking out at the rain Another crap day full of pain The appointment is booked and she’s running late She wants to throw up and make it all go away She knows the ro......Read the rest...

...There once was a girl named Valorie Who graffitied on a gallery When the owner came out She started to shout “Where is my hard-earned salary?”......Read the rest...

...Feeling lost Will I find my purpose? I have no direction to go About the only thing I know I see your glow. But that hardly puts paper in my pocket Do you see mine? Do I have one? I only ......Read the rest...

...What delights await those who punctuate with alacrity and precision. And reserve for those who don't, or won't, their enmity and derision. For there's nothing worse than a rhyme, or verse, tha......Read the rest...

... "POMPEII" Her name was Pompeii and I her mother, loving her beyond measure, took great angst, my heart bursting from the betrayal - she, ta......Read the rest...

...I - this vacant building, dilapidated by years and cold inadvertence. Obscurities dance in my eaves, ravenous belfry bats, scouring dusk - Notions, plans, dreams, impulses - the d......Read the rest...

...Charlie’s got an old bar outside of town. It’s pretty seedy and plenty run down. Characters who don’t lightly suffer fools go there to drink whisky and to shoot pool. Some huffy stuffy l......Read the rest...

...His hand is strafing the castellation on his trumpet, the valves moving up down up down like deranged pistons under the random machine gun fire of his fingers. Each note is a projectile that concusse......Read the rest...

...He greeted me when we met this morning, No handshake. Just a 'Hello' And while we stood there, In perfect stance, I studied him a bit more. He seemed calm, cool and collected, And yet, his ......Read the rest...

...When we first met, 2012 was abstract chalk on the sidewalk. He began leaving his soul, but making sure it wasn't permanent like lies girls have told a thousand times. He began teaching me the d......Read the rest...

...The ledge is where it begins and ends. She feels her slip rise, her rusted wings quiver into use. She knows the wind has a language of its own too. Its trusted wet tongue fills its mouth. She could......Read the rest...

...pink azaleas in a vacant lot: graffitied walls......Read the rest...