Hulks Poems - Poems about Hulks

...I am young, a tough nut, hard to crack. Thick mud splashes half-blind me. Bones are jostled, pushed into aching flesh. I am spun around and dumped, lifted up shoved back in. A pummeled nose ble......Read the rest...

...Am I the only one, the only one left to carry this cross through these wasted lands, these blasted glass riddled sands. This cross of madness. Leagues I have traveled... Long have I forged......Read the rest...

...Lying in her long veils on the calm black water In a dream I shall feel lull them asleep among the foliage; pours burning love the devil's paladins; that by starlight! of black devils and black wo......Read the rest...

...Herons fragment the mist, appear and disappear while remaining motionless. The skiff rocks as a coal barge trundles past. A dewy sky shivers. Nowadays he just sits in a boat looking at Ohio. T......Read the rest...

...Small rolling hills, valley plots, nothing regimented, graves not scattered, but placed among natural features. It’s beautiful here especially in the Fall. The Maples are tall and burning brigh......Read the rest...

...Villanelle : Don't we all cling to Life tooth and nail guts in groin Don't we all cling to Life tooth and nail guts in groin E'en if the insatiable Beast glowers close behind No matter what n......Read the rest...

...The ocean is vast, large ships traverse its waters seabirds abound, hunting for fish distance between continents measure in hundreds All life is at sea All manner of vessels is found on the blu......Read the rest...

...Patience of accusations begin to thin As they toss complaints at me from now til then If i could summarize my existence that easily i would But another question is that if i even should Rais......Read the rest...

...Plucked from before the hulks of houses going up My childhood sea and spot of southern sky The cornflower eyes northern poets wove into their songs And eastern poets sang the autumn high Climbed ......Read the rest...

...MIRACLE OF CHILDHOOD REGAINED Snow - my dream miracle, To me has always called, never cold. Serenely reposing, softly refreshing Like flowing water over a low weir. Submerging sha......Read the rest...

...6 foot 7 makes self sufficient Drums pavement clink clanking walking barefoot On Puddles of thought dried to subsistence Carelessly focusing on how not to look Indecisive ones with pure intent......Read the rest...

...Last Chance, I passed through you many times and remember you. You sit on the Colorado Prairie east of Denver at the intersection of two, two lane highways. In the 1880's you were a stop al......Read the rest...

...I still feel that short embrace Him turning for one last glance The look on our mother’s face Her knowing his fate of chance What is this cruel affair called war Who could give such credence To sava......Read the rest...

...BRIGHT MIRACLE Snow is my dream-home miracle, Always called to me, never cold. Serene, soft, silent, Soul-scoured, fresh, reposing - Like the sound and pure spray Of flowing water o......Read the rest...

...The Drive I see the ghost-like hulks Ready to cough into action To move the heavy earth Ere the misty air of morning brightens But now it is with the night we move The car and I The road pul......Read the rest...