Protruded Poems - Poems about Protruded

...Learning when/how to close seat then... flush... the toilet with good frisson! Bull leave me you, though how bison teen and juvenile from a sixty four year old married male no less! (alter......Read the rest...

...White Ted looked flat; that hair and pyjama bed smell. She was getting heavier My bleary eyes trying not to sleep. Bone protruded from flesh, blooded the seat and gearstick; leaning in b......Read the rest...

...If I knew what it was all about, I would not have to shout. If I knew what it was all about, I wouldn’t have taken that boat. If I knew what it was all about, I wouldn’t have to travel the world to w......Read the rest...

...I smell like pencils in September. After they’ve been brought to that…to the machine hanging on the closet wall where our coats, our boots, our bags, and nonsense lived. You stared me in the eyes......Read the rest...

...His clothes were tattered, in vivid shades of red blue & yellow he wore leatherette shoes blackly polished and gleaming with shine Red fiery hair that summoned like a fire hydrant and a......Read the rest...

...I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub whereby the missus didst potchke created whirling dervish hubbub after enjoying repast, (fit for a tarnished king), yours truly a......Read the rest...

...I remember it well. The feeling was swell. It happened once a year; An event most precious and dear. The fragrance was in the air. It was still mid-Spring, but from the sky, There protruded t......Read the rest...

...There are Guineas that live in America Guineas that live in a zoo But the craziest, zaniest guineas of all Are the ones that reside in Peru It is said that they live in the Andes And on weeken......Read the rest...

...Marvel of fond Mother-Nature, Carefully carved nomenclature! Mountains fold hands toward blue skies, Where stars flutter, like, butterflies! Water-waves warmly wash the feet, Fleets on sleets m......Read the rest...

...Poet: Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare (Paciolo Pen Saint) I refuse to blame Blaming is a temptation I only want forgiveness, Utter long praises without pebbles From the calamity of yesteryear W......Read the rest...

...I've seen eye-catching blossoms elsewhere, but I need not look further than my front yard. Take the IRIS blossoms for example. Why, she's always beautiful and robed in purple, but, although I don......Read the rest...

...I see them but I don’t hear them, I feel them but I don’t penetrate them. They say that I am the main character in the show And I make their heart glow, my spirit is soaring but my body needs f......Read the rest...

...Her hands looked so very old. Veins protruded like sandhills on a desert. Her dry cracked skin resembled parched clay. Fingers dangled displaying broken fingernails. Obviously this poor dear soul......Read the rest...

...You narrators from far, from my chamber I call. Take the story that I've told & may you tell it to all... & so it began, that this poor little man Took off through the bog with a rose in his hand......Read the rest...

...I kept looking around to see if I knew anyone in this town but everywhere I turn I see the goal post digging and the people are singing Their faces have grown old but their spirits are still bold. An......Read the rest...