Hooked Poems - Poems about Hooked

...Alright ladies, what you gon do when they come for you? He said, “Hey Cutie,” that’s all she heard And he made her smile with just those two words What is it about you Bad Boy that got her so ho......Read the rest...

...Gershon's fab writing reaches like a preacher, he's a retired teacher, and poet extraordinaire, with phenomenal flair. His humor is witty, he hails from Chicago city. He deserves more views,......Read the rest...

...The bees are hooked Played by the scented temptation The beauty of the escape Into the fullness Of a pollinated peace Short lived this ecstasy This joyous satiation Driven by intoxications ......Read the rest...

... It stands propped against a wall in my memory, that green two wheeler bike, my first, bought second hand from a neighbor. A deep, gravel graze I got from learning to ride it, I swear, st......Read the rest...

...potent power a silent roar reverberating within is it magnetism or a fluidic torrent we know not divine energy benign yet compelling transmutes each cell a million bubbles aflame in......Read the rest...

...Don’t be weak brown eyes don’t cry Have to be sterling silver strong deny Purple pain when it’s lupus vanity Nothing to gain but mood swings insanity Why don’t they get it I am tired Of pain ......Read the rest...

...See Through My Eyes by Tochi-writes. See through my eyes and get me like I do, I’m ruined by my hands yet handicapped in making mends. Abstinence was my choice but hooked on am I, Tears roll down......Read the rest...

...See Through My Eyes by Tochi-writes. See through my eyes and get me like I do, I’m ruined by my hands yet handicapped in making mends. Abstinence was my choice but hooked on am I, Tears roll down......Read the rest...

...Narcolepsy takes over during the day as my brain fights to stay awake drifting off into deep sleep rather on a bus school doctors office in public places this disease is very disturbing emerging from......Read the rest...

...Fin du Monde I For years I refused to drink beer – awful stuff to my taste. On rare occasions I did – but only to be sociable and, where I could, to “fit in.” Besides, not only did beer le......Read the rest...

...Dance If I got one little itch I can't sleep The ghosts Centuries beneath my feet No power of the day Back in shadows Thick white halos Whats to come back to once we're gone A moment in ......Read the rest...

...Overindulgence, it’s just the way it is in this society. Overindulgence in sex, food, alcohol, drugs, spending, spending beyond the means and getting in debted for self-indulgence in vanity, mate......Read the rest...

...Below The Seas Surf Face. ( inspired by ? ) Gone are the fishers, pulling Luggs; the Gull its gizzard rusty hooked, and barbed, limit its Limpit supply.. blown sand creeps, Crabs below do not ......Read the rest...

... Surrender have faith True to the lions The roar of life sits drinking Whisky behind a beaten down door Saints of setting it right When the horses look like skeletons The pale rider rides off w......Read the rest...

...This is my favorite place. They have the best musical taste. And more than that- Outside is a cat. They give him a bowl of water. This is my writing fodder. “A Poet’s Crush.” I act in a rush. ......Read the rest...