Profile Poems - Poems about Profile

...Racks and rails are anti-dysmorphic, anticipating good times. From a flip flap of spinning self, I can land, quite beautifully, but often don't. Minimal space exists from a to b, yet the just......Read the rest...

... I saw the picture and it definitely is not the same Is it someone new? It’s not what I saw in the mirror as I got ready for public view. The reflection tells me, “Ok, not too bad.” I’m old, yes......Read the rest...

...Ernest James King my father actually named after the King a James bible he taught me running golf all about god south side with you volunteering within the community east 131 street Chicago sharing a......Read the rest...

..."White against a ruddy cliff you stand, chalcedony on sard." THE CAMEO, Edna St. Vincent Millay White against a ruddy cliff you stand on a rock in the surf of the bay. Time has eng......Read the rest...

...In the 1920's labor had fights Employers hired toughs, both sides ignored rights Unions hired the Mafia, thought they’d be strong The tactic was effective, but unwise and wrong. The Mafia knew ......Read the rest...

...Today, I am a symbol of forgetfulness the loss of sweet words but tomorrow, I might be something else and these four verses, which I have conducted will bring ......Read the rest...

...My terror began decades ago as I’d witnessed the plotting plans of taking a building down meetings conversations of how dynamite hand grenades including golf balls with draino finally dust pans to po......Read the rest...

...Unafraid of domestic terrorist threats simply because I refuse to allow abuse of power extort my American poetry impersonate me what a freak of nature jay Townsend Johnson Henry arrived w......Read the rest...

...Writen by owen hamalala 2021 ,18:51 Feding hope Like the saw blade cutting through The darkness to shade more light U crash my soul without a care Broken but never bothered to care We ......Read the rest...

... Myth ! Lilith : Who was she ? ......Read the rest...

...The wild clouds Are traveling In the firmament. The missiles and projectiles Are bursting the profile Of many innocent people. The children Are crying on the benches, And their moms Are ......Read the rest...

... A dispenser of dishonest vice, a peddler of blatant lies, In his unscrupulous realms, nobility of truth sadly dies, Where righteous vibes of morality and decency agonize; Where benevolence cries......Read the rest...

... "The Beetlejuice Past Your Eyes" “Well, where would you suggest I commence? Should we begin with the concept of pasteurize?” This said to the earnest listener, who views the prot......Read the rest...

... In the archaic anchorage of the wayward mind, isolated from the righteous roots of transcendental inviolability by the dislodging drive of the deriding desires, untamed instincts shroud......Read the rest...

... A perfect triangle As he stood in the shadow Of the dead eye windows of his home His face alway up Stars or cries of cloud his theatre The sounds that based from his neon lit blue ears He ......Read the rest...