Short Maddens Poems
Short Maddens Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Maddens by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Maddens by length and keyword.
Expectation's a sure path to pain
First we cover our gaps with dreams
And let them dreams grow within
Tall, thick and feasible
Turning to purpose
Then obsession
That thwarted
Maddens,
Hurts.
Lovely is the sound of water
Lapping on the teeth of Pelee
Island shores, when lanced on its
Crests thrusts some ferry's horn—the knell,
Some tarnished brass bell (I have heard)
Maddens beneath it, and breaks apart,
The rhythm of marching water.
Horrific hound’s horrid hair
Holding human hatred
Haggardly hawk hones hooks
Harping harlot’s whoring haze
Mean mares manes maddens mind
Marauders mane my mainstay
Mobility moored most menacing
Westport Winter
Dull
same as outside
costly lamps are lit
while we waited
they leave with bags
tepid lipstick'd
cups, coffee stained
saucer dereliction
They'll fetch cars
before tickets run out
raining now
a gauze curtain
to make headlights dance
like Salome
Performances
outside Maddens bar
and rain tick-tocks a rhythm
on umbrella's
tonight i'm dancing;
fire in the bones
and a fury on my mind.
you can catch me
twirling the hips fiercely
feeling for every roll and cranny
i am love tonight
such passion,
such passion i breathe
i exhale doubts
i exhale a cold heart
i breathe in the revolution.
oo the rhythm coats me
with a desire that maddens
i want to make love to me so badly
feel her quiver gently.
may a new life begin tonight;
that is the way.
When winter winds have withered stubble,
Mother Mary maddens me,
whispering words of wonder:
what are we?
I find the farm a fraction futile,
loving life in Larame:
take the truck to Tucson, Tina
or Tracy, Tennessee.
Aardvarks are mere armadillos,
such as subtle souls can see:
pecans suck for plumping pillows:
chambermaids are chowder-free.
Santa Clara’s not a state,
a splurge is not a spree:
Grindr Graham isn’t straight:
Superior ain’t no sea.