Plummeting Poems - Poems about Plummeting

...No one’s exactly sure how this buffalo in the 1960s Found its way to live in the heart of the city How it separated from a sky stampede How the great beast dropped its guard and refused to riot W......Read the rest...

...Devil Clocked Angel In the midst of fire and brimstone, stands an angel dressed in white, Her beauty beyond compare as a mask hidding her true self, she leaves nothing to chance. With eyes that spar......Read the rest...

... This pomegranate heart dreams to travel upon a periwinkle path which leads to the province, where her royal majestic persona resembles papillon emperors, floating under mauveine skie......Read the rest...

...Take something with you You ll get hungry on the way hurry to your destination taking in your daily pride there's missives to write like exalted letters take these promises rinse the truth ......Read the rest...

... The creek was the color of weak tea, a bronze brew that filtered light to bathe the bottom in the soft glow of an autumn morning. Even after a long summer, the water was still high up the......Read the rest...

...Heterosexual married sexagenarian male... Aims to trigger cerebral ******; Other terms for said phenomena are "brain tingles" and "head ******." This sensation is described as a pleasant, ......Read the rest...

...sun plummets from sky brightness wears out over time needing recharging......Read the rest...

...Spiralling into the depths of a rose. Scent of petals caresses my nose. Plummeting through a soft green bed. Passing through the stem with dread. Within, I witness its patterns from growth. Wo......Read the rest...

...DEAD END STREET --WHY do dead end roads Exist "Are you my enemy, if you’re not my friend? Alternative exit without exit should be posted dead end When “Google” tells you turn right......Read the rest...

...Shopping in the city, Christmas presents she had been collecting. The young woman was feeling quite tired as she was expecting. She was slight with a baby bump, and all remarked, very pretty. Chri......Read the rest...

...It’s all an act, can’t you see? A pretense of Shakespearean complexity A mask of so many layers it’s hard to hold Yet it only gets heavier as this sorry life unfolds If you really cared then you’......Read the rest...

...I was not quite eight years old when I first became aware of fear. I was standing in line at the fairgrounds eagerly watching the Ferris Wheel. I imagined climbing aboard; riding the circle of lights......Read the rest...

... In the blinded moments, Before the mist rises over the tumbling surf… Blueness tempting awake my dreams, A heartbeat from the flaming blaze, Sunshine pouring through the clusters ......Read the rest...

...Stones, Mortar, and brick Nowhere to turn without feeling sick, stoned To my stomach A bottomless pit Unheard, smothered by a thousand succinct voices' verbose drone Speaking as the......Read the rest...

...Anti-Poem — “Baxter Street Monday” me trudging walking gripping onward forward traipsing baxter street monday and its steep inclines going up like a dizzy sparrow passing vertical merry go ......Read the rest...