Maddens Poems - Poems about Maddens

...Constructed, casting a common customary cornerstone Sublime, super-strong skyscrapers successfully survive Like many other matters, aren't these too destruction-prone? They break and fall, partial......Read the rest...

... Those who are cut to pieces by those bloodthirsty killers. They cry out,scream and yell out. They turn a deaf ear to those ......Read the rest...

...That cologne was the aroma of her love, I was sure, Spirit within her crystal-like innocence finely pure; Innateness born in her at very time of conception, Divine decorum that pervaded her each p......Read the rest...

...A Topic changes from sex And three students of mine vex: Alfred, Alan and Alex, With eyes “The Reddest” for his Ex’s Wicked relocation to Wessex. Three more meet me during recess With Satan......Read the rest...

...Lovely is the sound of water Lapping on the teeth of Pelee Island shores, when lanced on its Crests thrusts some ferry's horn—the knell, Some tarnished brass bell (I have heard) Maddens beneath ......Read the rest...

...The Missing Season 27/07/2020 Whiffs of summery air grow startlingly unfresh Dying like a withering dream yet almost deathless Ruffled by an impasse of a senescent, uncrossable viaduct that ......Read the rest...

...And then .. Poem Lionel Derbyshire And then.. Escort the gent.. That annoy Man about a woman On the long wait Of her dress up But then.. The afterward will Be splendid When the deal is ......Read the rest...

...just as moon melts slow sharp pin pricks in each taste bud so soft you opt glide first you eclipse top lips on beats at closed eye lids scent maddens nostrils it's now velvet shift meander......Read the rest...

...Westport Winter Dull same as outside costly lamps are lit while we waited they leave with bags tepid lipstick'd cups, coffee stained saucer dereliction They'll fetch cars before ticke......Read the rest...

...Villanelle: Kill not Mad Poets the Soul-Blood of Mankind for Emmanuel MACRON Kill not mad poets the soul-blood of mankind Better kill gods teacher-preachers saviours The......Read the rest...

...shipwrecked delirious at 89 bunker street there lives my cloudberry doll singing the songs of the blue hour there lives my chantress with wax wings my dormant (tor)mentor of keyhole view r......Read the rest...

...You promised to come back soon Instead I received your letter of love You had gone away to hunt for a boon I am dying to be with you, by Jove. The message from far away that you sent Neverth......Read the rest...

...You want to know what annoyeth me? Let me count the ways! I could weave a veritable tapestry of all my aggravations, mostly in light and deep crimson hues which signify the violence in my Heart. Eas......Read the rest...

...This house doesn't need ghosts to scare anyone The walls take sanity for fun They'll hex you with whispers in tongue Arrive with confidence, you'll leave with none The longer you stay, the furthe......Read the rest...

...Festered lament maddens me Why must the despair of my heart’s desire Truly enlighten me? I rested among the sick and lame And found myself no different from the rest For a troubled mind holds endles......Read the rest...