Shriveled Poems - Poems about Shriveled

... Welcome. I'm the one they left behind. An alter ego of sorts— just the keeper, the inventory clerk, interim ghost. New items arrive every day— spat out from my boss's pockets, sometimes st......

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... parched buds in shriveled sapling desolate bloom dreams in desiccated dunes as the aureate sun masks the mirage chased taking the sco......

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... I used to think life was a luscious bowl of grapes but since in many weeks and months we haven't seen the sun I've fundamentally shriveled up my mind's become a raisin posted on March 26,......

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... In the seamless sky of my fervent yearning, I let the enraptured songbird of my heart soar high, glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze that carried your jasmine fragrance to me. The da......

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...Tasteless, puckered galoot, suited to the cold, he has gout. Shriveled up, with deep veins, covering up his shameful ways. She wears umbrella suits. He wears rubber boots. Puddles, of mold, p......

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...“I fell in love with one whom I believe to be my only soulmate; she showed me the world-- she was my world. And my world was taken from me. Love stories have never appealed to me, yet I have never b......

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...A soft breeze blows a leaf It scuttles and scurries across the porch Brown and shriveled, looks a bit like an oak leaf Dead, yet still able to move in the wind I can hear another hearty gale from......

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...Dust laden window grilles, Lime scales on the shower door. Detritus below the fragmented doors, Commiserating the saudade and furor. Blackened cushions besmirched with dirt, dusty sheath pee......

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...Diagnosed with NON contagious, yet incurable case of logorrhea..., yielded following resultant fiction, which arbitrarily selected thread first popped into my head considered one among many pos......

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...Two plastic plants, a blue glass vase of dead flowers, and a cactus. The cactus is the only living thing left of the four, and lucky it is, for it gives me hope that I can at least keep that alive. I......

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... A gentle wave from curling leaf watches in weakness. Green slips from shore, a purchased release. Tender roots wash with shuttered sounds. Steals foundation to a diminished, poison grip. ......

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...A repaired planet looks like the moon. Where humans would die Where war would lose With a deep black sky And a hindering light The lids of your eyes And the sun, unviewably bright. I’m sad......

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...Bondage was good for us. "Master-me, you are me taking me.” She was right, I would lose myself in her. She’s related to George Washington, an unrecorded blood tie. Her flesh is a sensual ......

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...#Oath_of_a_breadwinner See these bruises on my knees, feel the pain on my back, my salty skin from both sweat and blood, soaking my skin pale. This dilapidating strength in my bones, my body tattooe......

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... Ripples Down the dusty road, in tattered rags, He came, weary, wilted, and withered. Body bent with age, bones sticking out of the flabby skin, with a tre......

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