Palled Poems - Poems about Palled

...Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat Even as old (dish) married (spooning) curmudgeon, who receives social security disability linkedin with social anxiety) chose the fork less ......Read the rest...

...Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat Even as an old curmudgeon, aye pucker and raspily suction, albeit toothless mouth drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting (think feeble attempt ......Read the rest...

...Jimmy went to Spain back in 84 With some of his school pupils It was a week and cost 149 A couple of teachers went along To keep any eye on the kids Who were only 12 and underage! Not allowed......Read the rest...

...Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat Even as old curmudgeon, aye pucker and raspily suction toothless mouth drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting attempt impersonating plumber (thi......Read the rest...

...What just brushed past me? Like wheat pricked, dry. The sky, she said. Ah, and some wonder why. We drink! ‘Til vision of inquiry pales. Palled upon the violet sky bales.......Read the rest...

...Saw a great movie Palled around with friends Everyone keeps asking How have you been Redbuds in the park Glory in their purple majesty And I can't help but remember When you shared it with m......Read the rest...

...MIDNIGHT BLACK No, I’m not -A racist of sorts, I mean But detest I do, the black of midnight scene Purple ,that smirk’d a wicked sheen, groped, wiggled, with cold fingers keen. Palled by a convuls......Read the rest...

...It is the winter of my life And I don't need To plant a seed Or pluck a weed. In fall and winter I stay in. It is too cold. Jack Frost is bold And I am old. There was a time when winter ......Read the rest...

... Continued from Part 1 The Beggars ’neath the balustrades, and broken Children, Chambermaids, are running wild from wraiths, afraid of dreams where death redoubles. They fritter tim......Read the rest...

...My son, speaking like a true griot, A body of things rejected By the sinister profile of language Spoke one clear prophecy to the riot's Heart, before he from this world was ejected He named the......Read the rest...

...From defeated lips you bleed raw emotions they tumble from lips of palled pink Words that flow but eventually sink. Eyes of solace and somber some cold You wish for mercy upon your soul Slow......Read the rest...

...Of youthful musings, Sad and sweet, Of sorrows passing, soon to greet, All remembrance, hushed and still, As each lost moment may entreat Steadfast desires, Once fulfilled, To rest, but never ......Read the rest...

...In Britain, in Britain The clock it is ticking As people tend flowers Or Q’s last for hours And blood pumps and pounds All in vain, Our time is misleading us, The chase is deceiving us, How!......Read the rest...

...A common-born child was changed by the death of a man one day. Back in the 60's, (I remember.) when barefoot kids were called in, from carefree play. A rowdy, raucous group, (Tag, you're 'it......Read the rest...

...(Jodhpur is a beautiful, cultural, historical city in Rajasthan, India. This poem is all about Jodhpur from her mouth as she told). Left behind her beamish days of time of life, her days of gir......Read the rest...