Pinprick Poems - Poems about Pinprick

...I hear them talking as I open my eyes, a hazy something lingers on my lips like lava, threatening to erupt. I hear question then answer, then questions plural follow up: detectives discussing ......Read the rest...

.... Learning to change stinky diapers While holding my breath A screaming, hungry baby Tearing my nerves apart And then feedin......Read the rest...

...Last night I dreamt of them Fleeing under the cover of darkness Liars, adulterers, murderers and thieves Terrified of the monsters on their heels They flew into an abandoned house and began push......Read the rest...

...Laying in my cozy bed, I oft wonder why? why am I here when others not? those that make a simple mistake and perish, yet I am here a friend telling me “you have more lives than cats” no......Read the rest...

...Her hands, heavily wrinkled, touch the thorns on the rose. The petals- color of the pinprick of the blood on her fi......Read the rest...

...The day felt surreal, not sure why. There was an anticipation of something special. I asked if anyone else felt it; they shrugged it off. I am the empath, thus, the crazy one. In the late afte......Read the rest...

...Her hands, heavily wrinkled, touch the thorns on the rose. The petals- color of the ......Read the rest...

...Oh, to have skin that's thick and tough Where nothing's really strong enough To penetrate and cause a wound, Too thick to even be harpooned. Some lucky souls are built that way And keep life's......Read the rest...

...Pinprick ideology is a shatter of soul. Pins play placing polio poorly. And poodles arrive in vast kaleidoscopic numerals to bring numerous numbers to many studious tables. Tablets take hold of fortr......Read the rest...

...In a dark and barren wasteland, in a black hole of time, a lonely man that wanders - sorrow eating up his mind. On his shoulder, troubles weigh, crushing down his soul; a backpack filled with shat......Read the rest...

...A tuning is often a turning. But attunement takes longer than eighty-three minutes and fifty-five seconds. Landing a duck sponge is fantastic fun in a boat yard. It is very very helpful to assist bot......Read the rest...

...THE LONGEST DAWN PART 2 H C SONNETS 5 Each stage of life left without a goodbye Youth, adult, work to live to earn your place Strive to eat, learn a trade you need to ply Bills, bills, bills, bi......Read the rest...

...Brother i miss you so dearly I am sorry you left before i could say goodbye What a beautiful soul you are your passing away has left us so empty My dear brother i am sure god made it a pinpric......Read the rest...

...Carrier frogs with bags. Pigeons across desert highways. Love. Live.......Read the rest...

...It’s no wonder you like secrets. It’s not that your thoughts are secretive in nature. It’s more that they are themselves a secret, penned on pages locked from view. Hidden thoughts intrigue m......Read the rest...