Pooling Poems - Poems about Pooling

...Feeder Lake There Is A Lake Reserved For Silence. And Nothing Left To Lose... Where A Sky Blue Framing Border Re-Flects Every Shiver Stippled On A Softened Shore... T......

Continue reading...

...Blood drips on the ground beneath my feet But not from my eyes you gouged out Or from the tongue you cut off Nor my eyes you left to listen And not my insides where it crawls. Unkown makes ......

Continue reading...

... A dress, tangerine fading into sunflower. We stand together, rooftop of a white concrete building. Higher than clouds, further than moon— she looks down, my eyes follow. Our gazes collide when......

Continue reading...

...The way you fold your coffee cup between both palms on winter mornings— I memorize this quiet ritual as if it were scripture. Your thumb traces circles on the ceramic rim, steam curling like y......

Continue reading...

... Clouds flaunt the day’s sunrise and sunset flooding the sky with a vast sea of flaming passion As a dramatic array of sun’s long vibrant dress billows out, pooling at horizon’s wide floor Bi......

Continue reading...

...I am watching 3 inches off of the floor, The man outside waits at my door I know the screams from within the box Howl and call upon your order upon the rocks But I know you can hold your tongue ......

Continue reading...

...She was weaving a silken tapestry with long silver threads and golden memories from her life that hadn't yet faded Drizzles of sorrow fell with every loving stitch taken until the sto......

Continue reading...

...The city exhales steam like a tired beast, its breath pooling in alleyways where no one walks anymore. Cold, wet cobblestones gleam like the backs of forgotten coins, each one holding a secret......

Continue reading...

...Cold, warm, horrifying, inviting Grinding away at the last pink and grey pustules pooling at the bottom of my Skull Gods own light pushes and claws helplessly against thin nylon ......

Continue reading...

...I don't remember the first time You met me I wonder to what degree that upsets you I can't recall The first time you called, Though I've been told you phone in often. ......

Continue reading...

...Day and night Over my years I watch This full owl body carved from the light Of wood With its slimly painted feathers and howling eyes Held in swooping flight At an angle On a string From......

Continue reading...

...Unrealities and realities grind together in mortar’s mouth, spilling, pulverizing, volatile perfumes— succumbing scents of citrus, crushed copper, musks of bruised lightning, threshing thunderou......

Continue reading...

...Her tears fall like rain on a borrowed shore, A quiet deluge, seeping through seams, Staining the fabric of a life not hers— His shirt, his collar, his cuffs worn thin, Drenched in the sa......

Continue reading...

...The butcher in a trance this death then many more The cleaver paused in motion destruction to the fore The blood is pooling downward in images besmeared Its stain a violent crimson ......

Continue reading...

... I murmur like a rivulet through the hitch of your hands, where the canyons carve their parched longing into your fingers— where silences sublimate like cera, pooling beneath your <>...

Continue reading...