Ironclad Poems - Poems about Ironclad

...Afternoon musing, not quite content, Wondering where the time all went - The time not really given, only lent. The first day of fourth grade, In the next desk a new girl stayed, With honey col......Read the rest...

...Lust, the phantom hand that clipped our wings, cracks a smile as we tumble like raindrops cascading through blankets of nimbostratus clouds, exiled to this rugged stone laden labyrinth We......Read the rest...

...a doomed affair when a young doctor/padre came to the convent to check on the nuns' health, he met the young abbess, and their world ignited when he touched her arm, her impulse was to kiss......Read the rest...

... The day before a storm belies calm and quiet, wispy clouds bounce in skies bright with boundless blueness, Southern summer surprise. The day before a storm promotes a sweet fragranc......Read the rest...

...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...

...Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler, nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort, they face whirlwind snowfall, freezing ice, while others brazenly squirm, not for stoic diarist this thre......Read the rest...

...As I reach for the handle to temptation I am struck by a future I cannot ignore. Guilt is the only reward when we ignore the voice to our right shoulder in all its' attempts at solidarity. What......Read the rest...

...There In Morning Sun, Hope Circled Enticing Dreams From inside gaping jaws, golden honey slow drips its taste as if bitter hell came with deadly judgment life turned into a bevy of sunken ship......Read the rest...

...An apparitions favourite word from punctuation-less sentences that continue on, on, on. Cope without it you useless fools a flick suffices. Semi-colon, colon, joining words thrust through the large......Read the rest...

...Recluse by dint of circumstance Proud anonymous troglodytes forerunners of mine confronted threats less horrific than forty fifth commander in chief of United States of America. He/him (ma......Read the rest...

...Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler, nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort, they paint sound and city pastel, never at a loss for inspiration, weather neither bar nor barrier, in ......Read the rest...

...Inferiority complex as a kid, adolescent and emerging adult Yours truly (an amazingly, gracefully, and markedly modest passively aging baby boomer - formerly introverted long haired pencil nec......Read the rest...

...On the edge of silence beyond the mossy-muffled stone wall a wind chime chants — faint, like falling sparkles of stars— honeyed musings of a wind spirit on the move from west to east a bridge of......Read the rest...

...Though within me I feel red motions, Burning up Earth's mountains and plains, Far away from Earth's green-blue ocean, Still this red blood heart can sing: We are sailing, All EarthTribes n......Read the rest...

...Artfully dodging explosive solutions pretending shackles restrained prisoner lobbed pseudo Molotov cocktails kindly, loosely, and mutinously linkedin liberal short (make believe) chain leashe......Read the rest...