Lumps Poems - Poems about Lumps

...Luminous miscellaneous adorn my crown, Frills and strawberries, Thorny circlet dusted with a light layer of twinkle, As my eyes hysteric with confusion muse on this loss. I gather the lumps......Read the rest...

...SPHINX STONE I am Sphinx Stone Sun stationed statue silent sculptured synoptic not marble or granite nor black tourmaline or crystal sapphire quartz vortex for Void actualising sacred a......Read the rest...

...Recipe for Beauty To Whom it May Concern, (I'm thinking God…but others say Mother Nature is to blame. Still others believe Evolution,but to 'You’, just the same…) At risk of sounding a ‘know-......Read the rest...

... Could there possibly be a single topic I haven't as yet explored The love life of the lowly earthworm Or why most chickens don't snore And have you ever considered this Why dogs an......Read the rest...

...You were dressed in a midnight blue Hooded cloak, the full moon an apparition Of your face. I fell in love with the eternal abyss of your Heart and pondered upon the fists you clenched Fiercely......Read the rest...

...a carcass is moving out from the white of the eye it is so all-consuming dots form in lines on the absentee spine dry undefined lumps are soft and infusing the bruises and rind and the opal c......Read the rest...

.... My squeezes And I feels My'z dukes lock together their digits in union clutch My throat the subjugated uv my thump'n flump'n heart Lumps up my'z eyne puffed beating forcing ......Read the rest...

...as much as she whipped never could get the lumps out meal time at Grandma's......Read the rest...

...Gaelic: it was my mother's native tongue, and her grandmother’s elder tongue. Grandfather was a Romani gypsy, horses naturally understood his voice. My lips follow English, a tangled language ......Read the rest...

... On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a starling on a juniper tree. On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me two briny shrimp and a starling on a juniper t......Read the rest...

...A yummy mother with pram is walking to west Dulwich from West Norwood The blind lady walks under scaffold the gyrating lumps of bolts gerates her white stick and your plimsole beggar man asks fo......Read the rest...

...I don’t sense that God keeps score -- my guess, believing He already has enough pollsters and priests for that, man’s predisposed world of numbers and profitable confessions, ballot slips ......Read the rest...

...I will stay till the end I am that kind of friend Your dark bitter days where you navigate the maze Life gives everyone strife and the lumps and the bruises and the causes we take up and at......Read the rest...

...Dirt is great, To grow crops, Build houses, Mix with water, Smear all about. On the other hand, Dirt is all over the land, And I would like to see, A little less dirt on m......Read the rest...

...A lion with a passion so ravenous Unable to be satisfied by love her bite of sensuality poisonous She lives in her empty pit of self-love this shepherd of men, her body of goats who yearn to b......Read the rest...