Pox Poems - Poems about Pox

...These days, actors and singers serve my catapult mayhem, sometimes they are catalyst too! I sing in between their lines of songs their churned up recorded whims, hums, and candid cataracts! And......Read the rest...

...On being emotionally bankrupt Sentient beings distraught psyche rent asunder courtesy false accusations heated words exchanged like gunfire pox upon the house of Deborah Hunter, a vicious vin......Read the rest...

... Something dreadful do I see, reflected in her eyes. Could be death she's seen in a horrid dream, or perhaps the relapse of a wretched addiction that's left her at the mercy of this rav......Read the rest...

...Mom Poem Lionel Derbyshire Where is my metal When i am weak Where is my coastline From the deep... Where is the fountainhead Of our parenthood Her heart is never A padlock She rubs my ea......Read the rest...

...South West monsoon strengthens on month July, It increases the speedy surface wind too, The strongest wind speeds around 50 kmph by, Through the Palg......Read the rest...

...Get out of my head mister chatterbox! Ransacking treasure trove of maximum headroom. To remedy a fate worse than death or orange hair oaf becoming forty seventh president or contracting o......Read the rest...

...In a dither for a dollar Monies are being squandered The pox is upon us Taxes are ponderous Stuffed shirts are foolish Peace yet eluded us The world gets Denuded. We're living in the space age......Read the rest...

...I have died by sword, by pox; in my dotage years, at birth; interred in many a box. I eternal roam this earth in one form or another; I will forever be a child of another mother. With this sou......Read the rest...

...Memories of those childhood days Laughing in the most silly ways Playing tag and climbing trees For hours and hours in Summer's breeze Building snowmen in the Winter Having Mom remove a splint......Read the rest...

...The poetry of mathematics —modernity’s pox (Dreamsleep: June, 2023)......Read the rest...

...Only one in twenty-five thousand have CIP. CIP stands for congenital analgesia. This means you cannot feel pain. Sounds good huh? Not if you see blood spurting out of your toddler. And the tip......Read the rest...

...Thru a paroxysm of tears... I inconsolably wept a river of sorrow starkly aware alienated daughter(s) implacable woe sundered fatherhood yesterday, today and tomorrow. A series of unfortunat......Read the rest...

...I would not spare a vacuous moment For those dregs at winter's end. I would not honor their enchantments With an effort to pretend. I gladly fight against the sands of time To offset their whori......Read the rest...

...In the morning in the mirror, the first face I see I grab the towel and wash my face to see a clearer me I can see it in my face that I can face today You are beautiful I say, before I walk away ......Read the rest...

...The hide of a horse The tongue of an ox No cloak of remorse from a chicken with pox The fur of a cat the hoot of an owl The stench of a rat wiped clean with a towel ......Read the rest...