Nursed Poems - Poems about Nursed

...How fortunate that I, correctly versed, knew hand-grenades are passive. At their worst, they maim and kill. But this is interspersed with usefulness: defenders have no thirst for carnage. Since t......

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...Shoreditch clung to its ruin Its roughhewn gate staring out at corpses And the clutch of travellers heading from the fields, The shepherds rambling onwards, The herders with their slow-moving cat......

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...I see myself in lines of poetry I've written flying and crawling, laughing and bawling, winning and losing, breathing and dying ~ as a river current meandering where I choose to go moo......

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... It was a very cold day I was tired all afternoon, I felt the need to sleep and I took to my bed, I double checked the stack of diapers, because I knew you would arrive soon. Outside th......

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... We grew up with a love for nature In messages from the trees, the flowers…the ocean we discovered our salvation… and once a feeling imprints onto your heart and soul… It leads to a lifetime infa......

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...Diagnosed with NON contagious, yet incurable case of logorrhea..., yielded following resultant fiction, which arbitrarily selected thread first popped into my head considered one among many pos......

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...An image of a bottle feeder attached to my brother’s cage, his crib - a newfangled breast without arms; only the arm of an anti-motherly technique sold by the public freak. I laugh, loads. I kno......

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... I sowed a seed in shadow's gloom, A whisper nursed within my room. Its roots grew deep, its branches wide, Yet still, my secret lay inside. Beneath the moon, the tree took shape, Its fruits ......

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..."To the White House he strode," sang his choir, The elephants sparked a dumpster fire, His words became its fuel, Deceit was his tool, While the donkeys cried foul: "He's a liar." We need no D......

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...In the middle ages these roughed and scuffed decades between newborn crocus snow-melt-nursed and dried hydrangea blooms sepia-skinned and papery thin I earned the right to wear sapphires and bur......

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...Who is my neighbour? Asked you, a supposed expert in law Did he know that testing you is like a Babelian flaw? Being Christ, you knew well that his faith was like a dry reed. With a breeze of comm......

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...CORINNA I come to sing of heroes' and heroines' courageous deeds.—Corinna translation by Michael R. Burch Mount Helicon, father of fair offspring, friend of the wayfarer, beloved of the Muses!—......

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...A giant panda eats leaves and shoots, several handlers and keepers fall to a spray of AK-47 bullets. "Why?" moans an elderly Chinese lady, blood oozing from her torn body - she had nursed hi......

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...I waited so long to be saved But a savior never came No Superman to save me From the edge of the cliff So I picked myself up Nursed my wounds Fixed my clothes And now I'm overlooking A raging......

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...I stand proud with pride... exuding suave debonair air plus head and shoulders taller (than the empire state building - hey what's a little hyperbole, eh?) since September eleventh two thous......

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