Manacles Poems - Poems about Manacles

...I worry that my coat will murder me. Hanging on Banister’s Edge it’s a man lurking, dark. I’ve seen rows of killers shadowed and waiting, hidden in the ridges of the living room radiator, ready......Read the rest...

...I am an early riser, usually between 4 and 5 a.m. That's my quiet time for reading, and thinking, And sometimes writing. I especially enjoy it when, After a pre-dawn shower, I can look out my......Read the rest...

...O, why did I fall for you, O' sun, When my soul is nestled in the deeps? Agape and afraid, my eyne mosey deeper still; they run, Yet on the colder current your warmth invitingly sleeps. The dis......Read the rest...

...Break away the manacles of fear Get up and get away from here Out into the great, great yonder Scratch that incessant itch of wonder Follow the steam of your heart Chug, chug, chug on down the......Read the rest...

... You are the Angel of curiousity and poison, in my little shop of errors. You are my penance, a dungeon as I sentence myself in pre-judiced derision stoked, with desire's f......Read the rest...

...My jubilant latent, nascent poetic tribute to black history month Which acknowledgement ought to be year round, similar to altruistic, humanistic, and philanthropic unconditional acceptance and ......Read the rest...

...The Antics Of A Yoyo Thief Potential life of as juvenile delinquent (ala bam mean future streetwise thug) stopped dead in the tracks – manacles the above two lines hopefully gives hint nearly ......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...

...My nascent poetic tribute to black history month more apropos and alternately titled: praise to thee people of variegated melanin color, whose immense understated improvements and enhancemen......Read the rest...

...Could it your fancy tickle: The fluid you need does trickle; Legs once free like vehicles On Stopped Feet of Manacles? Won’t it up get one’s hackles That one often tasks tackles Others’ Wrist......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...

...Strange sedition stealthy sets cloaked in artificial greening phiz some by prejudice inquiring, “Where are you from”? others in feigning frame avoiding, finding paths away from you, Though ha......Read the rest...

...When they came to a side hall Joulupukki stopped. “Do you feel the magic?” He said to her. She nodded. He stepped around the corner, on the far end stood Gwaldon in the middle of the hallway......Read the rest...

...Poems about Poets IV The Princess and the Pauper by Michael R. Burch for June Kraeft Here was a woman bright, intent on life, who did not flinch from Death, but caught his eye and dre......Read the rest...

...beMUSEd by Michael R. Burch Perhaps at three you'll come to tea, to have a cuppa here? You'll just stop in to sip dry gin? I only have a beer. To name the "greats": Pope, Dryden, mates......Read the rest...