Hang Poems - Poems about Hang

...blotches of green velvet in grey crags soft tender patches embeded in severe stone rock love it may roll but it rolls with them it may freeze but they don't leave indiffere......Read More

...Where does laughter go when it's done? What becomes of joyful sounds that are spun? Do those waves fly off and tarry somewhere, to another dimension, or just hang in midair? Does that ene......Read More

...Repristination: to restore to an original state A humble home of yore Caught the flames ablaze, Burned down to ash-floor Razed to a smoky haze. Only if we could Line up the pillars Renew......Read More

...At first I wondered if all things have been said already, spent by poets of the past. They stole our words. We found them stashed. We rearranged, often deranged the lines with slash marks and non......Read More

... I know this is not the world of my dreams, But now that I am here I'll hang around for a while. I was just passing through and thought I'll drop in and say hello. I cast a cursory glanc......Read More

...The World can be a cruel place With rigid standards of the norm And heaven help a being who Openly doesn’t try to conform. Fat Alice they called her Not exactly PC For the person wasn’t fat ......Read More

...Peanut butter and jelly is my go-to sandwich every day. You can have your turkey, beef, and salami, all your very way. I care not for pickles, relish, ranch, mustard, or mayo. Please hang on to yo......Read More

... Today there are no rubber ducks, no flawless hues, To hide behind, as we once did. This day is dark, and gray and dreary, Air thick with the scent of decay and mold, Dull light fil......Read More

... You don't think about the sun, Until there's snow. You don't think about light, Until It's burning low. You don't think about the ......Read More

...If I search through old memories, shaking dust from visions long filed away, I can see scenes from my childhood. Whenever I am feeling old, I pull a few out, polish them up, and put them in a frame f......Read More

... Puff! Puff! Puff! Gonna get real buff Working out like a fool every day Wait till the girlies get a load of this bod My gorgeous physique on display Puff! Puff! Puff! Gonna get re......Read More

...Poetry is tangerine and other potent or poisonous colors. It is the breath you feel at the nape of your neck and the strong caress of flesh on flesh, defying death. It is most certainly Spring wit......Read More

... I emerge, worn out from the long hours that stretched sleepless across much of the night. The morning reveals my work, a headspace of holes dug by the burrowing machines of thought, a f......Read More

... You could hear the sounds of sideshow alley blaring out from a mile away. The hollow, metallic rasp of music and glow of coloured lights rose in a huge bubble above the beach. Adolescent ......Read More

...High above the quiet, darkened streets of January, the night wind begins to whisper secrets through my apartment window casements. Far below me lie four cafes, all in sync as they awaken from daytime......Read More