Skinned Poems - Poems about Skinned

...the lunchbox moment. I can feel the looks of disgust as I make my way to the table, I sit down, others stand up, walk away. kids grimace at the meal I’ve placed in front of myself, “ew” and “wh......Read the rest...

... Today, this black oak forest will become my grave. A crow caws in the distance, but I swear it is calling my name. I have never believed in omens or curses but perhaps there are such hateful th......Read the rest...

...I was seven when we departed for East Africa and what a journey lay ahead of us. First the Suez canal which felt like you could touch the opposite bank as we sailed through them. We saw plenty o......Read the rest...

...These are villanelles by Michael R. Burch and and villanelle-like poems... Villanelle: Trump’s Retribution Resolution by Michael R. Burch My New Year’s resolution? I require your money and ......Read the rest...

... Show Love, Not Hate Miracle Man 4/17/2024 Antisemitism grows worse, and there’s no current answer. Hatred is eating our lunch, like a man eating cancer. It’s disrupting other’s li......Read the rest...

...Clue of Age I sat, in the garden; took in its surrounds ! View, the wizened crooked wooden fence; drooped with a crick, a downward glance ! The back of my hands, a reflection of time, Brittle ......Read the rest...

...Her fair-skinned form is more than I deserve; because her skin is light, and mine is dark, like Tristan and Yseult's love which King Mark forbade, we're banned from passion's sweet prese......Read the rest...

...Violently mimic the wind, stay salty yet flow like water; With an attitude stay thick skinned, violently mimic the wind; Keep poetry neat and well penned, then punctuate it to slaughter; Violen......Read the rest...

...In shot snap seconds, everything changed. The horror was sudden - a shatter-shower of bullets bouncing off rock. The picnic I'd laid so carefully blew apart - black olives tossed into the air l......Read the rest...

...Like a gecko, that one changes their colours speaks in tongues long then short blue climbing up and down walls clicking translating the draconians’ poetic profusions all are night creatures in th......Read the rest...

...He doesn’t look at my past, He doesn’t look at my wealth status He doesn’t look at my sinful nature He doesn’t look at my family background. He looks at my heart. I know I am a sinner I have ......Read the rest...

...Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised March 10th, 2024... (Any resemblance between the following humorous account and real life circumstance tis purely coincidental). Went off fo......Read the rest...

...“Emptiness is an abyss in the light of possibility”_by poet She sinks into her threadbare cushion on the age-old rocker she huddles in daily placing her thin-skinned arms cold to the touch up......Read the rest...

...Imagination nude liquored and lacquered lips ember-breathing phoenix ..lighter fluid magic when let loose near a flame.. combustible thigh-highs when moonshine-high is nigh— the moon she bathe......Read the rest...

...Children's Poems III These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. Success by Michael R. Burch for ......Read the rest...