On Tap(P) Poems - Poems about On Tap(P)

...I like my soup hot, fresh, cold but bone broth is the basis for what makes soup, soup. Not stones. Stones have no nutritional value. Throw me a bone and I’ll put in my soup. All alone. By itself,......Read the rest...

...Does the feasting of a little cat make a tiger strong? Does the fasting of a tiger make a plump kitten weak? Is fasting a righteous rite? Is feasting morally wrong? Isn't the cleanliness of the he......Read the rest...

...I've got time So I'm walking down a newly discovered tree lined street The dog delighted, I don't know where I am but I can retrace my steps As many birds as I've ever heard are singing Some mach......Read the rest...

.... and about that “mine next think” you know theze oxidized digit's flutter’n 'bout mine spillz machine ......Read the rest...

...I want to write something beautiful for you How can when all I am is ugly? Grab a mirror just to be sure Reflecting sunsets and puppies Can something common be bonny? It is only in your eyes I a......Read the rest...

.... i can French this thought ya know lisp it ') If one could feel mine torso it's thump ......Read the rest...

...Invigorating rock and roll shakes the morning air Bandsmen play Comanche, on the marble stairs People that I used to know, tap their feet and smile Iron curtain rusty folds melt down for a while ......Read the rest...

...tenderness in every swivel of my pen, the curvature used to be alluring. it was thoughtless beauty, even in note form. now, even my index tap on the overused i-pad causes pain. ibuprofen and b......Read the rest...

... The rain taps on the metal like reminders, not to forget Those sunny days that seem so rare always return to dry the wet Puddles of mirrors on the ground Quiet reflections, left to see I ......Read the rest...

...Breath Life begins not when we exit our mother’s womb, not when we are severed from our mother’s body. Life begins with a gentle tap from a stranger. We gasp, we begin to breath. And so, li......Read the rest...

...Scrolling cosmic pages is my habit now, A synchronised life, no nine to five and no alarm. Careless and with no bills to pay; Reality is, I’ve mastered the play. Essentially, I’m just using a che......Read the rest...

... On a podium of serenity and gracefully raised, Black and white dressed she holds every gaze, A banquet of musicians displayed for a queen, Polite applause echoing amidst strangers unseen. G......Read the rest...

... beware ... they are coming I hear them as they tap their invariable pulses on my spirit like steel drums in the Cruzan night all at once frightening and irresistibly intoxicating - the war......Read the rest...

...Curious and anxious for a gift so grand, To see the face of my newly born joy, Half hoping to see daughter placed in my hand, I walked, spring in my steps and heart in buoy, To feel the feeb......Read the rest...

... Sexy, sexy baby, with chestnut eyes, under that cap I love when you pull me into your lap Sexy, sexy baby, with chestnut eyes, under that cap I love when you pull me into your lap You're my......Read the rest...