Scraps Poems - Poems about Scraps

... Ephemera, a short lived life of cherished times before the strife meandered into detritus with depth enough to bury thus beneath the memories with spite. Photographs torn up by his wife, t......Read the rest...

...You were with me when I needed you You gave my wearied mind a place to rest You made me rage when I had no courage Now you took my courage with you You dissolved the gates of inhibition Now you ......Read the rest...

... oh hark, rejoice - it’s back again a mem’ry of my who knows when to take my joy and twist it ‘round alluding all that might have been a small, dark place I can n......Read the rest...

...Temporal incarnation of Aphrodite... induces idyllic reverie delight evoking similar surge, when skirting, and eluding fidelity defining the marital law on par with courting in flagrante deli......Read the rest...

...The Francis Scott Key Bridge collapse Morphed metal beams into steel scraps Oh say what a fright The dawn's early light Ends the anthem-man's span with taps......Read the rest...

... Remember when grandma would boil the eggs? There were no fancy color kits to buy. She used crushed berries for the royals, purple and blue, tea or coffee for sunny shades of yellow and orange,......Read the rest...

... When the sun had melted straw to gold and dawn had shimmered, out of its platinum dream-mask, then the lank kneed heron allowed itself to blink once, however, the darting minnows we......Read the rest...

...pounding grinding drilling sawdust plumbing scraps empty boxes strewn from bedroom to bathroom and everywhere in between ... a miner's shanty once propped up on timbers with no firm......Read the rest...

...Long 'ere legends encountered finesse amidst flairs of passionate cravings, thereupon, be a period wherein an episode occasioned an opportunity that will be reserved forever. An outbrea......Read the rest...

...Too many bits of paper With random rhyming words That flew out of my mind Like frightened little birds Not wanting to lose it I grab what I can find Rushing pen to paper release it from my m......Read the rest...

...I’m in awe of Fannie, my female Coton del Tulear since her pups were born, realizing now. She just played the idiot for our amusement, climbing on, and bouncing off furniture, she knows damn we......Read the rest...

...I look in a mirror and see the old man, I was told was there from fourteen years old. I’ve become my father, eyeglasses in every room so as not to waste precious time searching for them. Newsp......Read the rest...

...They aren’t me. One living in my basement; thirty-two years old, working odd jobs, the other thirty-four in his childhood room satisfied with scraps I throw his way, and a fifty-inch flat screen......Read the rest...

... Once a fierce warrior of the night, with battle scars gleaming under the moon's cold light, a feral feline, solitary and strong, a singular peculiarity where loneliness had lingered......Read the rest...

...Do tell, when seen, the sight of answers The ones that are sought deep within. Away now, dig graves deeper Unearth the bones, the memories of pain therein. Make use of scraps and stain......Read the rest...