Rasped Poems - Poems about Rasped

... I step out into the evening, into a cloud of whispered conversations, insect talk, birds uttering their “goodnights” high in the trees, the days last gossip settling back into a more respec......Read the rest...

...'Dinner won't be long, Dear.' Burt puffed up his pillows and squeezed one out. 'Better wash your hands, now'. The armchair smothered his glee. Wallaby faggots, Brown rice juices, L......Read the rest...

... Written: November 08, 2023, For John Lawless Contest Failure is a detour, not a dead-end street. Quote by Zig Ziglar ___________________________......Read the rest...

...Long, long ago in a land far away, they lived a wise old woman who talked to the trees. She had a little crooked back and wobbly knees. She lived in a tiny tumbledown shack, and her name was ......Read the rest...

...Sitting beside the pond Enjoying the peace and quiet, Listening to the sound of trees Swaying gently in the warm wind, And the trickle of water tickling the lily pads, As it fell from above. ......Read the rest...

...Strewn across a wide plain, sheep bones dazzle in the bright sun. On the horizon, phantoms coalesce then melt away into watery lies. The only sound is the dry, papery whispers of saltbush ras......Read the rest...

...A skinny black girl, her torso submerged, long neck holding her head up like a swimming Anhinga. I should not know what a ‘snakebird’ is --- I am eleven years old and have lived in the same dirt......Read the rest...

...A Hungry Alien Saw a flying saucer that was hovering over our street So, I walked up to it, with a view of a meet and greet When an alien opened the door drooling at the mouth Asked in a ras......Read the rest...

...I am trapped in this sterile place. My voice is forced to pace. The love I once rasped about. Is lost in the horror of doubt. My trail is burned like trash. As if my mark is a fie......Read the rest...

...A carpenter’s daughter am I but I do so love music. So I built myself a lap dulcimer of fine wild cherry and walnut; I used my late Father’s old jigsaw, cutting each plank into an elo......Read the rest...

...I accidentally let one loose Sipping the communion juice The priest looked down With a disapproving frown Some parishioners gasped Mothers, their babies clasped The sexton's voice rasped: ......Read the rest...

...Lost your tongue, as you fumble to recall the right words to use. I think of all the words that once flowed so freely, and where there were no words to fit, you simply made them up. Daft, sill......Read the rest...

...Growl Grasp at life Flushed out in full flight Wind's wild moaning warmth Frisks it, whisked Up From fist clench Fingers curled tense- tight Unfurl hurts Gasps Of air rasped Hoarse sounds ......Read the rest...

...Bluesy woman carry my tune rasped in relegation of a crying crimson moon Forge forth steps of beaten breath left alone in trepidation destined to outdistance death Blast out those baby blue......Read the rest...

...SOME DAY THEY BE BACK HOME (Ode To Jim Morrison) By Roy A. Merritt The Lizard King hissed and rasped And crept up from behind And the heat shivered 'round about And made life seem sublime ......Read the rest...