Rations Poems - Poems about Rations

... My candle burns at both ends. It will not last the night. But, ah my foes, and oh, my friends, it sheds a lovely light. Author: Edna Saint Vincent Millay Her very first publi......Read the rest...

... Announcement to all Outer party members: Thomas Woodward is dead. He is an unperson. You are to incinerate anything in your possession that might be contaminated with his DNA. All memories of hi......Read the rest...

...I feel like a ship lost in the open sea in the middle of a storm crashing side to side as I try and navigate the choppy waters of life. All alone being pulled and tossed side to side between everyo......Read the rest...

...The crops are in; our larders now are full So we’re prepared for hard times once again When flow of living sap then falls to null. We are well stocked with several sacks of grain And other food r......Read the rest...

...Does my head in the guillotine promptly paint me guilty? My last meal, a full plate of your golden excuses But any attention means so much to me We’re going in circles, But feel free to say yo......Read the rest...

...A time to rake; to search embers, for fingerprints and the scorched optics of the scattered and blind. After the violence, fagots, and reeds are heaped up into pyres, but first the sorting, t......Read the rest...

...You are keeping me on short rations Do you think it can put down my weight Or you could be short on elations Cause its either too early or late When I’m knocking at your window Every time it is......Read the rest...

...Once a wish, always a pipe dream You would’ve known what it was if it came true Let’s swap journals and see what we find Show me the life you think you’re living And I’ll show you mine Your ......Read the rest...

...To my Dearest Darling Rose I am writing this letter to you at this moment sat on my own up on deck of the ship and it's around midnight We are somewhere due south of the equator in the middl......Read the rest...

...If I said the idea of making 'The War To End All Wars' a trilogy scared me I would certainly be lying We've come so close to WWIII over the last four years That I have long since conquered my ......Read the rest...

...What Of This Niggardly Miserable Earth What of this niggardly miserable earth this small plot awaiting a white tombstone when she cares and asks what is it all worth once enslaved a soul fades ......Read the rest...

...after Ho Chi Minh I The stone basin holds still water. The still water drinks the arid sponge as rays of pure energy slake their thirst on the ebon wings of crows II Ya......Read the rest...

...The Cat sat glumly on the mat Eyeballing his dinner dish It was high time someone filled it To the brim with his favourite fish Things had been a bit slack Lately his meals had been late Trea......Read the rest...

...Footles, as one, regarding Spring by Sandro Botticelli Sandro Does Know: Venus- Genus Darkened, Starkened West wind Chlore sinned; Shrewd glance, Now d......Read the rest...

...Dawn crests the peaks of barren refuse, enthralling masses and demanding rations of passion from muck Stuck into walls, hanging out halfway, suspended by calls of anguish and hate - Little d......Read the rest...