Oiled Poems - Poems about Oiled

...Taped to the door’s plexiglass pane, a portrait Of a Savior with ardent heart burning Sunlight invades with the turning of hinges Untethering the hospitality of Tony, the lone waiter His Brazilia......Read the rest...

...The game it starts with the drop of a two At 6PM sharp with the whole [CENSORED] crew. The cards will be dealt in a random way, But yet we all know by the end of the day, We will all experience t......Read the rest...

...When that storm arrived, the entire congregation in genuflection knelt before Her poetic prayers, they saw themselves shining, eventually, in Her reflection scandalously quiet like per......Read the rest...

... Lava pours to staunch a ruptured womb, green mists warn from the pit of one to walk from it, slick and groomed. It is hard to believe we have to put up with this shat. Where are our magics ......Read the rest...

...Sounds of a Day in the Past Cherry Creek was a thriving small town Children played on swings up and down. They screamed with delight and why not? Today with no school, so homework forg......Read the rest...

...You blankly stated, On which I write my thoughts Some of them are strong and bold While others are soft and polite. You are my canvas, Landing tall at ten fleeting doves I splash colored ......Read the rest...

... In the quiet whispers of dreams, I dance with shadow's ebonescence, as photonic particle - collider, photosynthesis derider, unveiling entities, of "agents provocateur......Read the rest...

... I once was a sea lavender star, soaked in sunsets, draping evenings with soft yarns of hydrangea haze ~ before you stole me from those sangria skylines like a windswept wave, and ......Read the rest...

... It was like smooth operating tools of a well-oiled machine that was providentially placed in motion. Like the birthing of a one-act play, The curtains of God opened wide for all the world......Read the rest...

...We pull into a Winding Station, Hand the Attendant our key, Head into the Station Inn For a snack and Earl Grey Tea. In less than an hour, Our machine being oiled The tension being adjusted An......Read the rest...

...Oiled and preened Plucked and tucked Everything as it should, no As they see it should be Plied with cloths of gold Piled high with gems and stones Their shroud of protection being more like ......Read the rest...

...In the depths of nights shades, lies the underworld roots of tentacles and rakes of spades. This darkness creeps and crawls, Whispers and echoes screams of a fall. But not until the error is inla......Read the rest...

...When nylon nights trade crystal colours in the stalls of nimble butterfly wings, I blossom as an irenic origami fervently fabricated with snowflakes of greedy gloom, stealing royal v......Read the rest...

...At this dawn of "bon voyage", after million escapades of blindfolded fate, I'm trespassing through the pirouetting pigments of fading frolics and windsurfing towards rose-oiled beams of gl......Read the rest...

...paring down old age called it in I didn’t choose this stage of paring down like or not outgrown roles are slipping off like oiled coats shed rain it feels respectful rehearsal......Read the rest...