Residual Poems - Poems about Residual

..."Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress" - Daniel Henry Rodgers The hourglass, a skeletal jester, mocks in the tomb's chill, Each falling grain an emaciated ......Read the rest...

...April 9th, 2024 would be ninety fifth birthday poem for dearly departed papa The following words crafted soon after the soul of me daddy set adrift into the empyrean realm joining the rank and fil......Read the rest...

... In the terrane of deplorable deprivation manifested in the wasteland of wretched desertion, the obscure tufts of the subdued slender grass struggle to rise through the cleavage of stony dest......Read the rest...

..."Shawl" - comes from the Persian word "šal," meaning a piece of fabric worn around the shoulders or head. A Brief History of Being Worn "Shawl" Materially I wished to capture daydreams Protec......Read the rest...

... Life sure ain't for sissies It takes a strong and a willing heart To conquer the everyday problems Greeting us with a smile is an art It's easy to give in to doom and gloom To grum......Read the rest...

...As Medusa walks in, shuts the door, caresses precision hand down the mahogany- and shows one what for. Senses in starbursts-cloudburst flavor crystals accenting- your bloom of predicate corpu......Read the rest...

... She is a masterpiece of wild contradiction, fuse blown by a wick, of litmus tongue in your senses- her moods shifting chameleonic shades everything at once in candle wax trick or r......Read the rest...

... Fragile resolve aspires to capture the residual rainbow, weaves the lattice of life with spectral ribbons, turns into a self-destructive psychosis syndrome that fails to fling the ins......Read the rest...

...there is much residual sadness in this house new owner is unaware optimism and joy prevails she permeats the place with happiness there is a spark, a glow, warmth now the house is not an inferno......Read the rest...

...Take note... Ahh that's the line I left and wrote nothing else I don't recall if that was for me or a rant that I didn't have Having just drank a cup of tea in a cafe and not bought the guacamol......Read the rest...

...A door made from the haphazard weaving of wood, rust, and ivy. Smudged newspapers flap their wings in a wayward wind. Bird feathers emerge from wet claw prints. Faded condoms spill to feed the m......Read the rest...

...Respectfully, I'm about to be disrespectful because my feelings are hurt, being treated like dirt, and stepped on for the last time It's okay because I know how to turn dirt into soil and plant grow......Read the rest...

...The neural spark is ill-defined, a cloud of unknowing. Nothing begins anywhere. The tail of the snake is its neck. The body grows out of its closed eyes. An uncertain vapor trail sheds hie......Read the rest...

...I would like the power to instill empathy in every human being I meet Giving them beautiful smiles and hand waves as I walk down the street. I would let the magic of kindness and love filter into......Read the rest...

...Stung with the absence of his father, he excruciatingly rumbled deep inside of his mother’s womb. He stormed out already filled with disappointing void. The mother’s joy was of uncertainty. Mem......Read the rest...