Grippe Poems - Poems about Grippe

...Psychologically still thirteen Ordinarily meaning pre Internet days familiarization with me would entail bringing the avid listener into my private mancave hideaways less a physical place th......Read the rest...

...It is so blind, it saw eyes, mouths, bodies, feet imploring it's paint, it's beggars land, stroked by hand. It's can, faceted as one gem, drips only you. The brush peels back, stroke by stroke,......Read the rest...

...I generally mean mine mien mental state moost occasions heavily marinated stupor long established as external trait psychologically time tested trooper impossible mission to kickstart sanity dop......Read the rest...

...killer (suicide) wrought living corpse fruition, while she whipped various nutritious concoctions in blender to ensure minimal essentials to, I readily admit) famished body in con junction ......Read the rest...

...Soon after nibbling pumpkin pie, I felt terribly amiss, where death be not proud did scythe lance me never came to bring bliss, well nigh, thus hour writhing with torturous ......Read the rest...

...Emotional sequestration perseverates across thine time warped weft wise wold, sans interpersonal stagnation flourishes as oft twice told tale a boat amidst derelict hollowed ......Read the rest...

...Looking through the window Everything seems like a puzzle His coming ought to rekindle Instead all have dwindle Change is all we asked Not knowing they were masked Although they were tasked ......Read the rest...

...Old Spencer, smelling of grippe, drugs, and death, he couldn’t bend over to pick up chalk, magazines, and failed acknowledgements of stupidity. He certainly reveled in my foolishness. “Modern s......Read the rest...

...Sea the wight-capped waives rolling inn the see; here the howling wynds, wile I’m standing hear, whale and forme hi waives. Theirs eh jumping wail- tale upp inn the ayre! This should make gneiss ......Read the rest...

...Whaler’s fate Several submarines disappeared, without a trace in the greatest, World War two, ancient mariners of the Yankee race, still dive’s and surface’s too, a time shift to century......Read the rest...

...In a house of butter, sleep, solaced by an arcane gold Lined with velvet carpets coy in lavish modesty. Dulcet tones elapsing past the sundry finished chambers Forever home though you know not, in al......Read the rest...

...The ghostly grippe on Zorro's goolies, as the ghostly footsteps fall, some old bugger called d'hoolie, jerked his chain and was not enthralled, gelded by the facination, would he get her woul......Read the rest...

...Dogpaddling the Styx Dogpaddling cross the Styx To be with old Tom Mix But Charon was there Demanding he be paid So an uppercut a bit sorta laid back the twit the deal was made We reached......Read the rest...

...Get that firm grip Get a firm grippe or off the planet you'lle slippe Then you’ll find you have Lots of space Like a giddy Giraffe Don’t sit there an laugh The airs getting thin In......Read the rest...