Rasp Poems - Poems about Rasp

...I dreamt of a siren with crystal skin and quaint braided hair. her eyes, slow swirls of undying azure, coiled around, her salt-sweet chorus tightening at my throat The alluring notes pi......

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...The air grows still, a nation's breath held deep, A Memorial Day promise, sacred to keep. For fallen soldiers, heroes of the past, Whose shadows linger, memories that last. In solemn hush,......

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...And it’s just like the ocean under the moon Oh, it’s the same as the emotion I get from you You’ve got the kind of lov’n that can be so smooth, yeah —Itaal Shur, Robert Thomas He’s ......

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... The horizon, a bruised purple this morning, but the sound, always the sound. A constant, liquid sigh, a breath drawn in across continents, expelled onto this shore, again, and again. Rel......

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...Of all the songs You seem to be The tuneless one, Less subtlety. God's orchestra Has dealt a hand— More toneless rasp Than golden strand. I wonder if You long to be A star In morning's......

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...I long to lie like a sunrise sky upon the sea my flame a tender torch for your gasoline tide freedom fire to burn the brine from my eyes fluid movements our soft inferno in sorbet shades ~m ~e......

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...I loved you once When youth was fresh Without the rasp of smoke In your voice Back when time was mine Before all of the pages Were filled by life I loved you once Now the book unfurls T......

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...Hydration day’s a month away. Online belonging company’s an hour from startup stardom. Titration hors-d'oeuvre Viewfinder pigeonholed to rooftop tourist traps ruin’d carriage holy woods Ho......

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...There come those nights—you know the sort: The ones where the moon is a tear-stained cheek, pressed to heaven’s passenger seat window, Toying with the tides to the rhythm of some melancholy song th......

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.....continued from Part 1, They're spraying whatever the hell they need, To inhibit our solidarity, to choke us out with noxious painful coughing fits, that rasp and stop our breathing - to cr......

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...Feeling like a blade of grass, Trampled on as strangers pass. Unwatered, left to nature’s whim, A fragile life, a light grown dim. Beneath the weight of careless feet, I bend and break in cold......

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... The history of our ancestors, wild turkeys, explained an old wise Tom, is that it’s filled with far more bad than good memories. First, their numbers were never killed as often or as many ......

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...I want to lead by example But would I even follow my own steps? Would I want to walk beside a person Who never knows what might happen next? What if I tripped and everyone fell downhill? Topplin......

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...she conjured up a cunning rasp a gewgaw lyre-like harp in clasp to crooked teeth held in their grasp then twanged at midnight with a blast this higgled haggled haggly crone did dance on graves......

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...Talked to a fisherman He said he hadn’t had a bite in days…so I bit him Hickory dickory dock The mice ran up the clock The clock struck one… If he clears concussion protocol he’ll start tomo......

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