Pumping Poems - Poems about Pumping

...Little Girl swings in the air, legs pumping, wind in hair the closest to flight she’ll ever be. freedom and fairytales whisper in her ears, telling her with each swing, she’ll be closer to the cl......Read the rest...

...It is your heart that I admire, Bigger than the universe Brighter than the morning star. The role you play as a sister, Fills my life with a craft. It is your understanding I admire, Bringing......Read the rest...

... As heartrose epitaphs swathe earthly echoes with swelled up w a v e s of spiritual sirens, sea-fairies collide with honeysuckle footprints, traced by mint-green manta rays al......Read the rest...

...With a bang that rivals the creation of the universe cells start growing, multiplying forming molding, shaping changing and becoming… a soul a purpose a life an understanding ......Read the rest...

...let our kisses leave us... breathless our aimless hearts beat... reckless locked in this heightened state let our arms be our prison and our passions never abate our lips be our choice of poison......Read the rest...

...Rhythmic pounding in my chest, Constant beating without rest. This is the plight of ever heart, Pumping blood is its biggest part. Physical attributes I see. There still seems more, at least ......Read the rest...

...How I miss what I never had Long hot kisses kinetic cranberry flavored As I struggle with my need to breathe Every breath in and out for you The deepest fuzzy feelings ferment In every fiber of......Read the rest...

... (With Wormwood Dreams) The fire and ice, heaven and hell equinox calibration of scales, scorched Earth beneath a sky of epic fail of primary colors in triple beam, sale, cine-scene- totem of......Read the rest...

...Uncertain if my one man pep rally appeals to thee most amazing, daring, grueling... youngest aspirant to restore Earth in the balance predicated upon uncomfortable truth. The old geezer here would be......Read the rest...

...How the Nation of Islam saved my granddaughter from Catrina Bell queen pin gang leader it was a warm day i was suffering from traumatic brain injury raising five children including my granddaug......Read the rest...

...Blaring words without letters, the piecing screams of silence, her face a waterfall of tears, anger reaching for its own throat, looks punching through dry walls. The roots of rage pumping bile......Read the rest...

...Sirens, alarm bells and unscheduled drills Intended to teach us emergency skills On land we might jump up and run for the trees But where does one run in these vast frigid seas It has to be sai......Read the rest...

... I once was a sea lavender star, soaked in sunsets, draping evenings with soft yarns of hydrangea haze ~ before you stole me from those sangria skylines like a windswept wave, and ......Read the rest...

... Shatter me The aching, hollow pain that carves out the very essence of my heart burns through my veins, filling this fleshy vessel of mine A mystery that is as obvious as the crimson of raw blo......Read the rest...

... Python Constrictor of communications, S.O.S., daemon of funding, resources. Causing alternative views to go blurry, in your face blues. Tourniquet the throats, the pumping of l......Read the rest...