Potions Poems - Poems about Potions

...The Writer Solemn and quietly, they sit in their place of their own choosing Deepest within their thoughts of both amusing and confusing What phrase works, how does this sentence flow infusing......Read More

... there are epoc singers on the streets telling me i better keep my household neat and end of lifers celebrating the last beat mimes stuck in boxes that cant be seen and portrait artists willin......Read More

... You whisper in my heart, “Will be okay” A new knowing enters, casts fear away What once had been hidden, shrouded in doubt Now exposed and the truth has been brought out Thought I was......Read More

...Erotic Poems I Less Heroic Couplets: Marketing 101 by Michael R. Burch Building her brand, she disrobes, naked, except for her earlobes. Erotic Errata by Michael R. Burch I didn’t me......Read More

... Look around; our planet's dying, whales and elephants are crying. And we're losing the honeybee, our planet's dying; look around. Plastic pollutes the world's oceans brewing up poiso......Read More

...With a nod to Macbeth's three weird sisters... Midst rats, black cats, and screeching bats, Cackling crones in pointy hats Add a rag, a bone, a hank of hair To a bubbling pot in their witches......Read More

...When snows beset slippers upon the feet, and draw tears of pain upon reddened cheek. Thoughts of former boots instill chilled notions, that will call for future healing potions. Someone asks of y......Read More

...She was the nadir of affection like a scorned lover, hell-bent on revenge. She was still like a fresh flower, a sight for sore eyes. David was told she was once jilted by the beau of the town, n......Read More

...See, I may write a thousand rhymes With my lyrical tranquil art, And weave thy name on threads of time To melt thine ardent heart. To please thy tender heart, my dear, I may......Read More

...She’s so bloody vain, always playing with her bits, she’s had so many tucks, she’s sniffing through, her armpits. She use to be a beauty, until her body discovered gravity, but her quest for sel......Read More

...he’s a raver, deep from marrow, born who screams at moons to curse the morn and though his flesh is bloodless, torn he woos the beast inside him for night alone won’t hide him he creeps the ne......Read More

... told, I’m … purveyor of a pen drowning in the anguish of the heart … bulletin: love - not always love love - always pain always - all ways … wherever, whatever, WHOever the soul divides f......Read More

... "The Sleeper and The Supernaturalist" The Sleeper shone as she walked through the Woods shining alive like nothing natural could caught in the moonlight ......Read More

...So relaxed, it makes me nervous Your dutiful, unbridled service You, traveling in a gypsy's circus Of course, it all makes sense We put up tents and take down temples Middle Eastern sands, and......Read More

... Pompous Popinjay Politicians Parlay Parade Practical Pizzaz Potions, Priming Us To Sheep.......Read More