Rasp Poems - Poems about Rasp

... It worked in the recesses the nooks and cracks of the darkness. It’s shapeless meandering form intent on its work It’s slither of arms and tentacles wrapped around the soul It’s tortures fi......Read the rest...

...Good night, old friend. Hush and sleep. I’m here as long as we can pretend. Even after you leave. If pain is a gateway to the soul, then my dreams deem your words the key to such a portal I j......Read the rest...

...When you stood on the bridge He along stood firmly by your side. When you almost fell off the edge That courage he never tried to hide. With his artful kind and peaceful mind The Portrait b......Read the rest...

... It’s kind of dark out… Especially for midday.. And I’m feeling far out Pushed to the sea from the bay. The tether is slipping, I’m weakened in my grasp. And from my constant cries My voi......Read the rest...

... Accused of wrong doing, recompense was demanded. Inflicting retributive punishment is what I was handed. Relentless struggle to take in air, my voice so rasp. Agonizing, laborious striving to i......Read the rest...

...In my sanctuary’s hush, Poe’s tales I clasp, Into his world, I plunge, a breath, a rasp. Beneath the creaking floorboards, a heart's pulse In my mind, it throbs and gasps; Suddenly, I'm t......Read the rest...

...My thoughts seek companionship in substance Substance of the five senses, yes But mostly of conscience Isn’t it torture to go on and on, days across Pasting social norms over truth Constantly......Read the rest...

...In realms of understanding, sorrows intertwined, Expressed through eloquent grief, a voice confined, Words fall short, unable to unveil the soul's design, A silent turmoil within, a tale of its ow......Read the rest...

...Blueberry makes you blue Blackberry makes you black Raspberry makes you rasp Cowberry makes you a cow......Read the rest...

...sublime hood-winker such a master of the con the press tags along faked rebellion builds up strength to allay a real one......Read the rest...

...".... could not stop for death- he kindly stopped for me- the carriage held just ourselves and immortality." Quote by _ Emily Dickinson Re......Read the rest...

...I once knew a man, a vagrant by trade, whose rags bespoke his poverty, as if his soul had been stripped of all dignity. He walked the streets with a shuffle and a sway, as if the burden of the ......Read the rest...

...A chorus of raw throats rasp out warnings then quieten, leaving an edgy silence twitching on the lips of a morning or riding the ticker moving across the bottom of a television screen. So......Read the rest...

...HOMELESS Pale palms spread ! Lie flat, damp on a beer mat lip stained pint glass, bubbles rising,carbon gas. Puddle, pooled, red-eyed perspective, insulin injected. Life lives in a toilet visit......Read the rest...

...Strum on my wrecked nerves 'til I faint cuffed and connected to your pick; I'll be the oil on your guitar hitting your pulse points with my gasp; Left with need I'll have no complaint except ......Read the rest...