Pitch Into Poems - Poems about Pitch Into

...Crying, screaming, blaming? It's never your fault Irk beneath is flaming And outpouring daunt Close your eyes, hey goddess And let it burn Open them again And behold them burn The a......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ to awake one morning into the sound with the antennae of vowel, consonant, and diphthong to calibrate with delicate care the subtlest movement of......Read the rest...

...He stood at the foot of the hill and gazed at her watching from her window sill with the night light shining in her face and particles of hope running all over the place. Her bulging eyes circle the ......Read the rest...

...Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, the library, a mausoleum of forgotten epochs, loomed ominously. Its silhouette, birth......Read the rest...

...Too many sailors who have lived to tell, Her siren song permeates, day by day it fell. Luring in ships to crash, break, splinter on cliffs, She masters ethereal crescendos, opera riffs. Eac......Read the rest...

...In days bygone, a widow was looked at as a tried leaf. There was no aid, even from a twig. She just fell and fled. As a branch that's cut off and ostracized, she's full of grief. Jesus knew this. ......Read the rest...

...The curtains drawn the room very gloomy the stage free of debris and finally the music plays at first it seems like I'm dreaming my spouse his lover the mouse I'm conducting this play as the v......Read the rest...

...Am I fitful, fluctuating, fluid? thin compass waver as I jubilantly weave lilac tree vignettes that weep or chortle, rainbow figment curtain rashly wished upon in grain smudge zephyr garne......Read the rest...

...Cover blown Your plan is now known Deem dim your scheme But don’t forfeit your dream No man claims to deserve But all want to own and preserve To be lords in perpetuity With their kind......Read the rest...

...hetrogenuity beating in rhymthmic regularity with a multifarious manner of timpanic pitch & tuned harmoniously ......Read the rest...

...In the zodiac of poets with furrowed brows, born from the shadow of the world devouring the moment, I am tired of narrow verses, of word sculptures without soul and echo. Poems that whisper, halt -......Read the rest...

...Kidding around, I called mother “Lou” Short for Louella between us two. She’d return the favor; call me “number three.” At the time it was cute, now it’s precious to me. “Thank you, Lou” always......Read the rest...

... to ‘stumble’ ... improved repertoire ~ adds ‘mumble’ ......Read the rest...

... In silent graves Beneath jasmine maze, Gentle hues of truth, Tempt hearts, sooth. In silent winds, Where joy begins, On breaths of a prayer, Grace meant to share. In silent......Read the rest...

...Age is over rated I went from cute and cuddly To terribly two In the flip of a calendar From being inquisitive To being nosey From pre-teen To A TEENAGER Meandered Through the military Into......Read the rest...