Slitted Poems - Poems about Slitted

...It was the last order rush All full of fun and chat. As the door swung wide All turned to look at what. He wore his hat pulled low He wore his dark hair long And his spurs jingle jangled Lik......Read the rest...

...SUPER EAGLES SINKS SOUTHIES Eagle Ekong earthened the egregious encounter, Edging Eagles emphatically into the lead thereafter, As he slot from the Southies spot. The target is to score which ......Read the rest...

...jampacked city streets that jangled and banged in the raucous jarring day shifted from business to boogaloo squeezing into moonlight party lights gin and lime-kissed gimlet sequined dress st......Read the rest...

...Waking in this glass-light prison where losses magnify; painful tear-prisms shiver and shatter the blue-bleak shriek of air on another mausoleum morning of mourning. Grief's sharp knife-edge sl......Read the rest...

...It was the last order rush All full of fun and chat. As the door swung wide All turned to look at what. He wore his hat pulled low He wore his dark hair long And his spurs jingle jangled Lik......Read the rest...

...I want a bra said the preteen robin. But why asked her mother. Her name was Dobbin. Because they are pretty, I see them on TV. This is how ineffective advertising can be. They are confining. Ho......Read the rest...

...Was it day, was it night? shufflings, packed with arms, legs, heads, torsos handled like cattle on a train car, ready to move along the tracks; the bodies merge - men, women, teenagers, child......Read the rest...

..."For someone's joy is often someone else's despair" by Poet X Excited children grin and cheer to see the snow; a winter wonderland indeed for them to play - their parents are not quite as plea......Read the rest...

...THE LAST THOUGHTS OF A FALLEN CHAMPION This one time I know I was caught below the belt No doubt I got it wrong and I'm far from my best My last chilling and coin now I've lost to the bet With......Read the rest...

... "The painter stood before the canvas." With each dab of paint from passionate fingers With each dancing stroke of beautiful ochres And bright greens and re......Read the rest...

...Behind closed doors and red exits we must all come with our teeth gritted our eyes slitted Before yellow bushes and maple desks we have all been to face the tormentor to see the enchanter ......Read the rest...

...Daily Poetry #71, April 9, 2017 Word: Onomatopoeia With one whiff, I smell that it's undesirable, And with a taste, it's completely rotten. Cla-clang, cla-clang, the bell rings out again, And......Read the rest...

...Dare I shed this skin, and heart and bone neath this hollow shell, where the ecstasy of life though death dwells, a season for all time; they pass as sand through the hourglass, dripping down to......Read the rest...

...As I was driving on the dirt road country, I saw ectothermic, amniotes vertebrate covered in scales, black feline cross the road with an unhurried, sidewinding. As it passed, hissing and r......Read the rest...

...missed you... leaving scracthing my heart for so long mising you is drugging my brain even though we dont get together often knowing that you are with me is warming inside of me for long i......Read the rest...