Pricking Poems - Poems about Pricking

... "Auric Obsidian - The Face Clean Behind the Gun" You drew me into your new world, the corridors of your mind fitted me perfectly imperfect into the portraits pegged onto your wa......Read the rest...

...Orange sunset, shining like rusty gold Parting beautifully as day grows old Towards the hill where I stand Its parting smile, so fair and grand As I write this poem of mine I feel her war......Read the rest...

...Italia we strolled the country side throughout the villages of Tuscany peeking through stone ways above garden nooks of Lucca catering to the soft and sensual galleries of floral canvases tha......Read the rest...

... By Cherbo Geeplay Have you heard of a voice quiet like the dead of night, rising steadily like ocean currents above the hills of repression, louder from its slumber because the thorns ......Read the rest...

...I am an unvoiced breeze~ a sea warrior kite-surfing through heinous waves, knitting cobalt chronicles from smooth syllables~ tackling chaotic currents with chamomile magi......Read the rest...

... Her eyes look up towards the amber skies In solemn prayer before the Sun dies Only to live again a zillion times Prayer is not for the Sun as it climbs Yet again setting the wo......Read the rest...

...The Pods - Chilling Scifi Poetry Fear, you are weightier than gravity in pulling the stomach to the ground. Rotors slowed and sound waned as the helicopter sided, meeting the concrete in a ......Read the rest...

... O wanderer will you now pause to recall those dark, forked paths, once taken, when you walked blindly over a line scratched into the sand. Do you ponder now, those diverse wrong-......Read the rest...

...The story has been told of how those brave souls wander in the desert drinking urine for water and having dust for their supper while journeying to America and somewhere in the East violence erupts i......Read the rest...

..."I want to be a nutcracker!" Came my announcement one day. I won't need the strength of a linebacker to make my chosen profession pay. "I want to be a nutcracker!" Grasping them tight ......Read the rest...

...Trembling hands succumb to the pain, A mushy exhibition of veins seeping through. Nerves pricking the insides of the brain, Never known a condition like it to be true. Probably a bottleneck t......Read the rest...

...“Do you want a violet?” I turn to glance at her, Hazel-green eyes aglow, Yellow-edged with sunflower petals. I cannot talk. I smile. I stare at her for a while. She has violets in her hair, ......Read the rest...

...MY HEART Since long seed of emotion sown , sprouted in deep core of my heart. Shaky slender stem sadly shown, hard root of stro......Read the rest...

...‘ When continuous piercing or pricking turns wound malignant , be desperate to get operated.’ - Poet. ABANDONED I am fed up with some relation, ......Read the rest...

...Who am I she asked her soul, I am the freshness of the watered grass I am the frailing petals of the flower I am the vastness of the ocean I am the drought of the Sahara desert I am the clear bl......Read the rest...