Propped Up Poems - Poems about Propped Up

...Once more, I am thinking about writing - coils are uncoiling, snakes study the intricate anatomy of legs and next steps. My audience of one must be propped up as if yet still alive, geriatric......

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...Propped up on willpower strong Wants and needs in war prolong Tested far beyond my means Clinging tight to hopes and dreams Each day teeters on near collapse Strength in danger enabling relaps......

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...A languorous morning Nestled in between warm duvets, a goose feathered pillow or two…a luxury A striped kitten, a beautiful shade of grey, on a windowsill grey too; purring, gentle breaths, aut......

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...A long life can be a blessing tinged in blue you may end up in a garish room a narrow bed -a communal latrine at the end of a one-candle hallway. With very few friends left, if any loves scatter......

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...POEMS ABOUT POOL SHARKS Fair Game by Michael R. Burch At the Tennessee State Fair, the largest stuffed animals hang tilt-a-whirl over the pool tables with mocking button eyes, knowing the p......

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...During finals week, I’d spent days on various reports and papers, scribbling in the margins of notes and books, checking facts, revising flashcards and prepping with friends. I’ve an unshakable faith......

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...In the heart of the country, a veil of mystery and melancholy floats, And threading along the leaf of life, these methods seem a sinister symphony. Open borders, and immigration comes like an under......

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...I shore up my doubt, behind a loosely bound hope Which in turn is propped up without foundation Cynical of a life, at the mercy of luck Collateral damage feeds my reservation I shore my up to......

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...pounding grinding drilling sawdust plumbing scraps empty boxes strewn from bedroom to bathroom and everywhere in between ... a miner's shanty once propped up on timbers with no firm......

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... Is not ‘Mother’ the sweetest word in the dictionary? She's one’s closest friend, companion, and guide. How can I restrict her within the frame of a poem, when my entire world circled......

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...The Spectre of sex appeal by Salvador Dali 1934 On the right-hand bottom side, we see Dalí as a child, dressed as a sailor, observing his monstrosity I misunderstand, tell what is the plan As ......

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...I watched you as you tangled stars in the horizon of my life, Stirring my imagination in your wake, a comet's tail gone adrift. It was the overwhelming brilliance of your charm that envelops, A sw......

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...My eyes are in a cocoon. They will open when there is light. Only light from the sun. Not the gross, hallway light. No, the hallway is dead to me. There is only me in this bed. The......

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...For long I have been an aimless vagabond I strayed far, the world being enormously wide. Traveling to lands foreign, I searched my fortune. At the end, fed up with all that was alien, ......

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...I walk in the shadow I shore up my doubt, behind a loosely bound hope Which in turn is propped up without foundation Cynical of a life, at the mercy of luck Collateral damage feeds my reservati......

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