Poking Poems - Poems about Poking

...Light Is Life The sun looks different when Spring is here Lining up through the sky to my window Eerie sometimes, or confusing, I peer This weird light shines it's bright Life giving glow. ......Read the rest...

...Little Girl swings in the air, legs pumping, wind in hair the closest to flight she’ll ever be. freedom and fairytales whisper in her ears, telling her with each swing, she’ll be closer to the cl......Read the rest...

...I dread closing my eyes Because when I do, The sane, real world around me dissolves Replaced instead by an inner monster Rising up from the deep dark depths of my mind I make it soun......Read the rest...

...Newshoes My shoes were falling apart I couldn’t keep them anymore So I threw them away It felt weird without shoes But I only had to deal with it for a little while not long after my new sh......Read the rest...

... It is 2 AM by the room clock, Body, helpless, detached; done Brain, still active. Heart wanting the sweet melody of music. Alas, the speaker needs the electric embrace of replenishment. It......Read the rest...

...Upon opening the fridge this morning I found, to my great displeasure, that there was nary an egg to be found. Posthaste I marched down to the corner market, grabbed a carton of fresh, free range eg......Read the rest...

...It’s monsoon season here in New Haven, gone, are the banked, fluorescent colors of sunset. This feeling hit me, like a rogue wave. “We have to go out tonight,” I announced, to no one in particul......Read the rest...

...Gaze from my balcony I stand in serene reverie. A visualisation of reflective streams, a teardrop to stir bubbles in circles. A panoramic view of my neighbourhood, faint laughter, children argui......Read the rest...

... Surrounding my dreams, softly flowing waters Soothing as the hope that bleeds Liquid gentle, lulling my life to silence, in peace, Shadows colored in music, like waves, Graceful, reflecting......Read the rest...

... In the shadows, harpies linger as agents provocateur, for the Fallen Watchers, for pecking order. Prostitute mercenaries, addicted to mercury and disorder. Their claws sharp, their cries a ......Read the rest...

...Snow is melted flowers Are poking through the dirt Spring has sprung abruptly A passing fancy plants deserve Tulips and daffodils Flowers of the spring Birds are singing happily Wind chimes......Read the rest...

... Easter egg hunts are proof your child can find things when they really want to. —Unknown Peep, peep, peep, peeping, chirping, tweeting, peeping cheeping wildly, declaring they are......Read the rest...

...The slots spin, the casino’s siren song bellows its flashy music-box tune. Click, click, click…. O so close! “It’s not gambling,” she says, “it’s just a half-assed prayer we ritually rep......Read the rest...

...Coulf It be I'm in Love with You and Culd mean your in love with Me Enthusiasm and approval her excitement meant a great deal to him. HEr smile was radiant and made all in attendance wish th......Read the rest...

...From our bodies, dead and deceased, of decaying flesh rotted off bone, poking through loose lavish soil flowers sprout and feed from the sun From the corpse's arm, a reeling ranunculus reaches......Read the rest...