Post Poems - Poems about Post

I know someone to whom I am a fact But I can be generalized to an opinion Which disappears fast if they distract And so I hibernate until they turn me on United with my opposite, I laugh In someone’s...Read the rest...

Think Before You Post When you pass, and arrive at the gold of Heaven’s Gate, God, in His glory, will read, what you wrote, my poetic mate. Did you write with no conscience, just for a big,...Read the rest...

the dog’s dreaded cone is off I am keeping a close eye out Attempting to keep him from licking his wounds. Post op surgery is less fun than surgery of course neither is a carnival my newly neutered dog is...Read the rest...

("Anagogical Moments Merit Badge", 2011, original oil) A Totalitarian Totality Have you ever wondered why so many these days Are trying to save the world, Tell you what to think, or say or do And cancel you when you say...Read the rest...

Many never come home from battle. ...Read the rest...

Mr. Cat sits in his chair with all that he could need: a pot of tea and cup nearby and a little book to read. But oh! He needs his spectacles. Too small is his book’s print. While looking for his...Read the rest...

After the debate, Joe didn’t feel great He realized he’d better not tempt fate I quit the race, he said Then he...Read the rest...

After poor old Mortimer was dead by his grave ~ a flowerbed...Read the rest...

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 avarice in their lusty eyes The...Read the rest...

automated processes slotches of colour intensity with minimum means brimming with symbols awakened breathing charged with context affinity to openess hovering with...Read the rest...

In the realm of post-truth and misinformation, We find ourselves adrift on a turbulent sea, Deceit's waves rise, falsehoods obscure the sun, Facts, like elusive phantoms, fade from view. This treacherous current, a serpent coiled, Around the pillars of reason,...Read the rest...

With sadness, that never ceased, I watched your Father shot on live television. I was living in Chicago and Elena, a baby in my arms asleep. Your Father, Robert had just won California and “on to Chicago” was...Read the rest...

And the tables turn Out of favour Let the witch burn! Let's wait a while Watch and learn For a cycle's a cycle Should be easy to discern ...Read the rest...

Their hands glide across his skin like death The coolness of hands, without emotion, felt by none 'It burns, it freezes, it hurts so much, make it stop' Is what he would say had he one breath of...Read the rest...

high above the ground squirrel and bird seek refuge watching for danger...Read the rest...