Ligament Poems - Poems about Ligament

...You stare at it from the outside wondering what is on the inside You read the forward and the acknowledgement, the first and last page and leave out the devil’s details; it has been sitting on the s......

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...Ties The squealing of the glowing ties in my bottom chest drawer, ties I seldom wear and definitely don’t think much about, spreads in my knee to affect the lateral collateral and ......

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... When I was in high school, I had a fall, It was from a cycle, but changed my all; I had ligament tear in my right foot, Could not go to school, got typhoid to boot; Weak......

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... Roses are red, violets are blue, pain in my sleep, sick like the flu. Double down on the love, can we have less hate? Everyone spread, everyone initiate. Play the role of the sun, shine and......

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...September has come and gone leaving a trail of damage behind it, the weather created havoc, the guns create sorrows and the knife took many innocent lives away. It was hard to stop the steal when......

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...Don’t let the color red get into your head, don’t let the color red force you to bury the dead, red is strong, red is high, red is powerful, it is touching the sky. It is the ligament that gives yo......

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...Flowers and plants have language, they speak to us in different ways, they come in many shapes and forms, and they will meet with you just before Dawn. They have smells that can be traced back to......

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...We could not think it were it not yet a part of us, a lethal ligament of mental connection a cobra of self in the brush -- We must dare to go in confront travel beyond if humanit......

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...I remember when my mother died. I held the phone away from my ear while the nurse ran through her rehearsed lines. “Gone” she said. A strained ligament of a lifetime relationship finally sna......

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...Brahms pushes a piano into my ear. I hear the stool creak as he sits. He does not introduce the music, he expects me to remember it, know it, eat it. He lights up a Havana, clarinet and violi......

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...I was an irrepressible and happy young woman, and graceful ballet dancer, Who lived for twirling on a world stage, as red berries are shrub laughter! I had practiced for so many years, striving t......

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...It was my first yoga lesson (after coaxing) I was stretching every muscle in my body Our leader was encouraging us, saying "Breathe!" Frankly, I thought I was not doing so shoddy. My sis......

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...The early hours of a Wednesday morning in a small country town. An 18-year-old boy struggles to sleep He had pain so bad all he could do was weep he, knee was so painful he had to go to the ho......

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...Lines reign rectangular beyond widely sombre dour density of inhabitants Living rendered responsible behind wisely secure doors definitely insure us Neighbours harbour unfamiliar stories Me......

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...i want to be more than a bother to you more than the thorn or torn ligament that stops you from being what all above me could ever become but to some they say my sore is t......

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