Piecemeal Poems - Poems about Piecemeal

...At Wild Spirit’s Door I At what Gate am I Such magnificance as met With hard road ahead. I am but a man Manifesting desire For understanding Wisdom’s not enough Hard living even in drea......Read the rest...

...Unidentified extraterrestrial(s) willingly abducted me As a divergence from the apocalyptical, dialectical, geomorphological, judgmatical, metaphorical, philosophical..., I share an out of ......Read the rest...

...Winds bell-ring the tulips. Racoons hang lazily from eaves watching the watched. Barns are bent into rafts of moss, an age shedding green gathered by crow-footed wanderers. All is a montage of ......Read the rest...

...They have no place to stay, no permanence, these casualties of warring clouds, but gather where they fall and collect, reflecting patches of the passing day, blue, gray, and at night distant sta......Read the rest...

...Paul wants to his debts pay by installments Red-eyed Mark holds not back raw sentiments. “The cash you plan to release me piecemeal I could lavish in some delicious meal, Kitchens crossing the......Read the rest...

...For the life of me, and others all How did people, heed that call? Who cry; that faith in Christ if blind? Would hamper freedom/choice of mind.' Yet sonorous blasts on death and gloom Were watch......Read the rest...

...Crow chief adorned with the whitest eagle feathers Brought to him piecemeal by tribal elders and hunters Constructed in a loving way by wise women of the tribe Worn with pride at evening council f......Read the rest...

...My father waits at his table for my delivery a carton of cigarettes, some booze to patch places of laceration his h......Read the rest...

...[ credits to LAURENT YVAN from France who read my poem ] launched over ages of primaeval forces my nomadic ancestry calls out to me winds howl driven over rolling hills atop a ridge of rugg......Read the rest...

...Look past the faded little girl braids and bows in a polaroid picture buttery yellow skirt curtsying a smile frog prince imprisoned in her palm under a creamy pound ca......Read the rest...

...Way, way out there on Planet X-42718 peering through his telescope one night late the astronomer's eyes opened wider and wider at what he was viewing in the lenses inside her Will you look ......Read the rest...

...Piecemeal, a Coronavirus poem by Michael R. Burch And so it begins—the ending. The narrowing veins, the soft tissues rending. Your final solution is pending. (A pale Piggy-Wiggy will discoun......Read the rest...

...Wearing love’s unbalanced bow elegance lost in a long distance A scrambled discord in each era Lost chapters leer, at every goal Last of heart’s patchy piecemeal Going a shorter way is tempt......Read the rest...

...Sex Hex by Michael R. Burch Love’s full of cute paradoxes (and highly acute poxes). Love by Michael R. Burch Love is either wholly folly, or fully holy. Nun Fun Undone by Mic......Read the rest...

...Epigrams II Sex Hex by Michael R. Burch Love's full of cute paradoxes (and highly acute poxes). *** Midnight Stairclimber by Michael R. Burch Procreation is at first great sweaty......Read the rest...