Press Down Poems - Poems about Press Down

... I felt the weight on the covers press down under nothing but darkness with nothing but something beside me the air was not all mine, I alone still nothing but somethin......Read the rest...

...SIRENS Finally my blood began to coagulate. I woke to the sound of sirens, Someone’s in trouble, Hope they’re all right. Force reluctant eyelids apart And see … nothing. B......Read the rest...

...My mother was talking to her friend and I was drawing fruit on an Izal toilet roll. Only because we didn’t have any writing paper and Izal because it was the cheapest Unfortunately it was shiny and......Read the rest...

...From Loneliness to Linkages In the midst of a lonely night With not a voice to greet the ear, And......Read the rest...

...Sitting astride a frozen mountainside, eighty others waiting their turn to go, on the slope blue and red gates a path scribe, a man says, “racer ready;” so they know. An hour passed, now it’s my ......Read the rest...

...To learn to be grateful, to me means to be humbled. Life has a funny way, of doing exactly as they say, have gratitude and you will receive in magnitude, lessons on life that hold true. I have......Read the rest...

...steel mill smoke stack anvil and hammer my will for sure sprinkle the cotton hot steam on my face press down hard don't beak the board chore of the sixties......Read the rest...

...A sign on the gate read, “No Democrats Allowed” – Here no more debate, an arrow pointing to an elevator, “Democrats Please Press Down” – not one retrievable soul could Peter find in the Demo......Read the rest...

...There's a push in my pen a coax in my keyboard A prod 'cross my fingers a poke 'top my brain Each sentence hides muscles nudging stanzas to bustle One poem's done, here comes the n......Read the rest...

...Press down on the pen the pen shatters ink splatters That poem in your head deserves to be read restraint matters......Read the rest...

...There are pets and then there are people in fur coats. My Angel Face was a people in a fur coat. ......Read the rest...

...I am twenty-one. It’s a hot, summer day in 1963. I’m in Lubbock, Texas, at Reese Air Force Base And I’m climbing the ladder into a supersonic T-38 jet. The parachute strapped to my back is cumber......Read the rest...

...Pen I lay thee down you're in a cluttered pile beside my crystal crown you're ink I won't defile I promise to restore your pride with valor strength and flair I'll put my paper by your side ......Read the rest...

...Alarmed finally, after the Jersey bull Placed its head against my belly Started to press down the way I might Try to push away some dread Like the one that was heaving through My chest, resemb......Read the rest...

...I remember that day a early spring day cold snow melted away and grass turning green long cold winter gone days of shivering cold dormant brown grass lay not beneath crystal blanket cold......Read the rest...