Grinding Poems - Poems about Grinding

...I saw you sitting there acting as if you don’t care, I saw you sitting there staring at them with strange eyes, and rehearsing a strange thought in your head wishing that the table would turn, and ev......Read the rest...

...This has been a huge mistake All you ever do is take Without the care or concern You left me alone to burn In a fire pit of despair It is all becoming clear Your a user and a cheat Everyday is......Read the rest...

...April fools' day - ordinarily all manner of tomfoolery abounds Written/updated since last year unlike any other when out of this world outlandish accouterments people did wear hermetically s......Read the rest...

...In a lattice-lit dorm room sits a writer. A discarded chemistry book lies beside her. because ideas are hitting off her, like a collider. Why does writing make her feel alive-er? Cause it helps......Read the rest...

...South West monsoon strengthens on month July, It increases the speedy surface wind too, The strongest wind speeds around 50 kmph by, Through the Palg......Read the rest...

...pounding grinding drilling sawdust plumbing scraps empty boxes strewn from bedroom to bathroom and everywhere in between ... a miner's shanty once propped up on timbers with no firm......Read the rest...

...I feel like I have stopped running I am standing still now and I am poised But why am I stopping? There is no time to be tired Things to do People to see Things to say You can't r......Read the rest...

...In the evefall's sleepy blue skies of gifts of starshine, and in my waking thoughts of day- there's a treasure of hope about my dreams- our old wounds close as we reminisce of a youth no longe......Read the rest...

... It started with a blank canvas, the life landscape I painted since, shows a friendly fence or two, some with pegs stout and straight, some with bars broken and bent, a barrier between the r......Read the rest...

...The Fighting Temeraire I lead this Queen to a guillotine She follows me with dignity and grace all English oak and 98 guns. I am an unsuitable escort for my Lady, my low born coarseness, the eff......Read the rest...

...Given the incredible gift of wings, always saw a different perspective; Soaring high sailing into a nose dive, you could say her energy’s a buzz bomb; They never thought that she was possible, ......Read the rest...

...“Love defines who we are as a species,” By Poet A quagmire is soft, murky land that shakes or yields under the foot, in other words, a swamp. But, one that is imbued with sticky mud, where pro......Read the rest...

...Dealing With Storms The lightning outside is Far away and harmless Like fireworks in the night I safely watch from home And chuckle with delight The lightning outside is Moving ever close......Read the rest...

...Late January and the sky is an icebox. The rind of a once fat possum litters a park path, It is not a place to linger. Ice pools gather, the water inside them grows grinding teeth. The je......Read the rest...

... They have this ultimatum. I listen, and the their words are buzzing. Drifting and muttering. Then jolting, that is like a pinch or slap. Then I start grinding my teeth again and blinkin......Read the rest...