Pronged Poems - Poems about Pronged

...Now all that remains is a silver framed photograph A reminder of when there was a splitting of paths Between one realm and the other, a bridge uncrossed One day to be readjourned, but for now is j......Read the rest...

...the world became invisible again as snow erased lawns paw prints, claw and pad prints chipped, gouged, tore tiny three pronged splayed fork feet lined like stitching and the seam ran drunkardly, n......Read the rest...

...RED fire ball submerging, we slip from the light watching our shadows bloom. A smoldering sphere, not clean-cut, but badly drawn, its REDNESS wobbles and fumes. as it downs itself still smok......Read the rest...

...There once was a lady from Lynx, Who was a veritable minx, she wrote about love, cooed like a dove, loved mixing ambiguous drinks. Now the minx was wearing a wig, Which made her look like a......Read the rest...

...Songs of the Ocean Sing a song of the Ocean Marine creatures in motion The oceans turbulent waves And those sailors truly brave. Sing songs of the Ocean bed ......Read the rest...

...Slime is a subtle stage for blame I can’t stay stuck to your ways/ I’m a little vague so your game I’ll ante up to plague/ While a tirade goes for their bane they played and waged/ I’ll abrogate w......Read the rest...

...“Still got that tin box that we used to ash cigarettes in college” she asked. "Yeah, it still carries the ashes of my tenderness that I burned with every cigarette I lit after losing you......Read the rest...

...Joulupukki awoke early the next morning and hurriedly dressed. His intention was to catch DynDoeth before the crowds started gathering in the eating hall. He had but one question for him that he th......Read the rest...

... Kicking The Can Written: by Miracle Man November 19 2021 I’m not reluctant to express my opinion, on consistently kicking the can down the road. I've a mind of my own and not someon......Read the rest...

...My fond childhood memories; I couldn't wait to get to my grandparents During the holidays when I was young. Their arms always outspread with affection, Their warm love for us was quite apparent. ......Read the rest...

...The torch is raised To the height of an elbow Its flame pronged To the flicker of a pitchfork The sunrise charges over a hill For old man Winter And under this sun on March One The eave......Read the rest...

...We are happy about the music, a Mozart serenade that is not too dangerously deep. Somewhere in the night angels are falling off their nightmares, black horse escaping on an ebbing tide. Mozart......Read the rest...

...I couldn't wait to get to my grandparents During the holidays when I was young. Their arms always outspread with affection, Their warm love for us was quite apparent. Waking in the morn with s......Read the rest...

...THE WALK Hiding in house like a house mouse, decided on departure from my world door, to beyond and explore. A walk in fear, so death not knock nor stalk. Steps begin a shuffling stutter, and......Read the rest...

...The pin oak leaves from dormant trees, fall on this crisp autumn morn, as I paint the scene of an artist’s dream; in my mind this landscapes born. The patch work green is this valleys scene, wi......Read the rest...