Knurled Poems - Poems about Knurled

...Age gnarls, weather beats skin to flaky dryness. Wrinkles and lines, furrows, knots and blotches Twist and contort the skin of babies and youths to a knurled, rough, compliant easy to grip surfac......Read the rest...

...* CONTENT WARNING: This poem is about physical abuse. * ~ eyes, down ... at my yellow polo, red spatters so evenly placed that they look unnatural - as if printed, but unfinished .......Read the rest...

...From beneath a long frozen earth ancient human bones surface, they rise far enough for an eye-socket to be seeded. A sapling grew from out of that skull. In time the skull became a tree. Li......Read the rest...

...Lumi's hand pressed upon his shoulder in a surprisingly firm grip guiding him into the dining area and to the second of two long slender tables where sat five older elves including DynDoeth. “C......Read the rest...

...There she is, she’s grown beyond root and branch, at peace despite the incontinence of an unlooked for wisdom. And there I am, of a sudden snagged by her knurled spell as if she were the Virgin ......Read the rest...

...keep old frail weak trees for scars knurls holes and wrinkles birds and bees call home......Read the rest...

...intimidating serrated crest emulates Ansel's view challenges down-clad one to climb her stretch-marked belly a gaze upward at silver glazed wall the glacial rock face mirrors reflection f......Read the rest...

...So there she is, a park bench crone, mother of the listless, the passing-by; head bowed, caught between dark and light I sense her yet. There she is, she’s grown beyond root and branch, at pe......Read the rest...

... Only A Tree Written: By Tom Wright 1/29/99 Of what significance could be one knurled old tree? Bent and misshapened, from it's search for light, nothing more perhaps, than a remind......Read the rest...

...Black Powder --------------------------------------- He waits offstage, his posture tense, his gaze locked on the audience - his first in years. He blots the sweat that wets his face, then ......Read the rest...

...Passion burns through his veins, Mind filled with ideas insane! Always in need of a musing's high, His heart stirs and sighs! Matched traits and kind, Morphing form, she hides! So alike, yet ......Read the rest...

...Looming ... The possibility of crisis Life-as-you-now-know-it-ending crisis From a crystal azure sky, shining ... The ominously d......Read the rest...

...Kneeling, head bowed, the old Knight remained still, though his Knobby and enfeebled Knees pulsed with pain, his worn Knuckles ached, bloodied and ......Read the rest...

...Splick, splosh, splash. The stormy sky’s crash; Emptying all of heavens rejected sadness onto our heads. Greed is laughing, as gales fell trees to the marshy ground. The knurled earth twists and b......Read the rest...

...The storm has come and gone the calm has returned to the sky ......Read the rest...