Poultice Poems - Poems about Poultice

...(Inveniam viam) Far beyond these eerie things, where limits have no scales Fish are replacing gills, with turbine aerated tails Sea level’s losing all meaning, for the humpback whales Ships p......Read the rest...

... O, I see you're coming back to Ella of the Cedar's Tale, more and amore, as she gets between your skin, like a beetle at bore. Lang-wishing, fang-wishing her wiggle, ......Read the rest...

...she was discovered nursing her wounds inside my lilac tree what are you? I asked her, could she a butterfly be? She did not answer at first, tried to hide under her pretty wing. Dainty and shy, sh......Read the rest...

...III. Through the boughs, crept the goddess of healing, Circling around the branches with ease. She saw the warrior beyond the trees, Then stopped in her place—carefully kneeling. She ......Read the rest...

...Fig Leaf “While the fig leaf traditionally covers naked shame The fig leaf also makes a healing tea of restoration” Quote by poet. Ducking beneath a quilt woven of the fig leaf To sip upon a......Read the rest...

...Traduced! Forgive but don’t forget is the adage How can one heal whilst storing the ugly image? It’s the lie entailed by cowardice… So a mind, replete with forgiven but unforgotten Turns irrati......Read the rest...

...Poems about Poems V Distances by Michael R. Burch There is a small cleanness about her, as though she has always just been washed, and there is a dull obedience to convention in her accommo......Read the rest...

...An Oceanless Beach What is it to see but never emerge from the dark? Children marvel at color, movement, perception, not knowing control mongers await them, famished gluttons who r......Read the rest...

...Hope is a collage of fragmented thoughts that fan the embers of today, scattered amidst yesterday's ashes. Stoking the sputtering flames of tomorrow egos and monsters parade brazenly amongst tho......Read the rest...

...The experience of penning one's thoughts to paper for the perusal of others offers a certain inner satisfaction that must be experienced to be appreciated; letting your words guide you to a deep......Read the rest...

...Well I’m seventy-six, but in love, I still feel Like a sixteen-year-old (whole ‘permission to learn’ bit!) I sit on the left! Sigh! Dad’s far to my right! But it’s me in the driver’s seat! God, it......Read the rest...

...Virtues are more than they appear to be. Ripples of connectivity. Something switched on with the light? A companion, manual, override. Especially when storm clouds rear- appear to ruin the blue s......Read the rest...

...Just? look, at YOU now, self righteous, you know YOUR rites best. You have much to celebrate. Celebrate diversity, the joy of sex in the city. Make it, YOU, at your behest, the center of yo......Read the rest...

...there is nothing different between the ghosts i see and her being a cat rubbing catnip all over my nether regions leaving her out of her cage to let her crazily play......Read the rest...

...S--t Happens! Does sharing s--t with others make one's poems poetry: Blank verse or rhyme with meter win if metaphors disguise The fact that truth is absent: is there lo......Read the rest...