Primal Poems - Poems about Primal

...After President Joe Robinette Biden Junior withdrew from the presidential race... Planet earth (the Mother of all) breathed a collective and palpable sigh of relief, and I too deeply exhaled, ......Read the rest...

...From primal needs to lofty dreams, we soar, Seeking security, love, and more. Thriving, expanding, we yearn For legacy's eternal burn. But in our endless chase, Earth bears the cost. Now we mus......Read the rest...

...I do not know from where the cloud came -- a chilling din voice, knowing each name a phantasmagoric display the cheerful crew succumbing to primal sprite the day, soon a blaze, of stor......Read the rest...

...In the shadows of a fractured consciousness, where words fall like shattered glass, The man, unable to articulate, to express with clarity, retreats into action. His thoughts, like wild horses, gal......Read the rest...

...Let us bear witness to arm and blindfold... each candidate for president of United States and therefore witness a duel (to the death) between Biden and Trump to determine who occupies Oval Office......Read the rest...

...Who has bewitched thee, thou noble ones? Chosen to be the head of thy race, to fulfill thy creator’s will, through siring, supporting, and securing a clan. Prophet, priest, prince, and patriarc......Read the rest...

...I am a tempest of words, aching to burst forth. (Years of structured lessons simmer beneath my skin.) The most important thing is that I'm drowning in metaphors. Being a poet shapes reality, an......Read the rest...

... Pearly gust strewn across the aisles An outpour glistening the view, its trickling dash jiggles on boughs As pitter-patters kiss my wet cheeks! And cloudburst spills more potpourri......Read the rest...

...He wanders through the neon nights, an artist out of place, Unfit for this life tethered by chains, this era devoid of grace. A time of empty haste, progress but an illusory facade, A life starvin......Read the rest...

...I hanker and pine for wood burning stove weather I haint no spring chicken, ("Buk buk buk buk ba-gawk!") but in Summer re: long in tooth sexagenarian nostalgic for the following imagery ev......Read the rest...

...Deep blood red orange cloud’s, ethereal dream float, Satin wind carrier of luscious mint, green hymnody’s deft transport, Spring hues random loitering, between gray peeled branches, Chirpy echo......Read the rest...

... For the contrived inducement of fixated being, the transmuting tenet of uniqueness, the personified indented identity, changes in the self-devised palette of metamorphosed color mélange, w......Read the rest...

...I look deep into the tapestry of my mind, where shadows dance incessantly, There where fear and insecurity weave imaginary stories, fluttering beneath my ribs. None of them are real, not one, just ......Read the rest...

...What happened to my sex drive? (sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of -- Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone). Once pronounced libido of mine took kamikaze nose dive, ......Read the rest...

...Intent, Our Daily Bread Hello, returning Sun Another day given me As I so wished… To learn something worthwhile. Worthwhile to my Self... Body, mind, soul. For this dance, is all min......Read the rest...