Snaking Poems - Poems about Snaking

... If this was the last poetry contest I would choose to call the tall waves from the serotonin molecules Neuron by neuron in the snaking path cleft by cleft in a cerebral dance the resple......Read More

...in the spring my river has an unusually active flow tearing down her channel as if she is racing herself I stand in the verdant grass with bare toes, watching marveling at what delights might be h......Read More

... Lust's Sickness throws off the yoke, of cure? Defiant in-body, pleasures obscure. A mask, of pride, a lost soul-in vogue capture, a hell-ride in the belly of a beastly whore. The salt cry......Read More

...Signal fires by the second ignite the abyss Only an assassin of the deep that knows not to miss Love in the universe more than defines this Darkness is given more than a trillionth kiss Snaking t......Read More

...I listened for the rain, it emerged slowly now and again from a crepuscular caliginus sky, the tenebrous mist that trickled down lightly in the by and by as if they were drops of salted tears......Read More

... Treading Down the Journey of Life I have trodden down the journey of life For lengthy decades and dec......Read More

... The sailing ships above my head, unimageable shapes navigating through, as I walk the lonely stretch of the beach. Memories stir chapters of the past. I always wondered what my life would h......Read More

...stripes snaking through verdent grasses we follow along in a helicopter appreciating that natives are free like wild mustangs, enjoying their full power not locked in zoos, separated by bars......Read More

...Snowy week, snaking ever so gracefully down, Kicking up cold powder blanketing the ghost town's Ice slopes, leaving behind you... "I passed through h......Read More

...Drizzling drippy dismal draining dour day Somber, sad, slick, sloshy, slippery shoes My mood morose, melancholy, miniscule. Until I saw Rebecca with her rainbow umbrella. She was marching in th......Read More

...I’m awoken every morning with the yapping of birds Perhaps the only exhortation to swell and spread my buds For sundry to see, to digest whatever meal I serve For this day like any other, differe......Read More

...Chief garbage taster as fifth grade Halloween gag at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School interestingly enough landed me a grubhub grab bag. I rooted thru poetry anthology of mine, and came acro......Read More

... So I got lights on the hills in my view tonight. Glistening little lights from this window of mine on high. I can see the movement of vehicles on the motorway. Beyond that moving line my hills ......Read More

...Anti-Poem — “Snaking It To Venice” (Poet’s Instruction: Play “The End” by the Doors loudly, while reading this anti-poem) it’s you and me baby inside this gliding duster this ’74 green plymout......Read More

... I saw you … high … atop the promontory spinning with manic madness pirouettes et fouetté lost in yourself - in movement … your upper back split, low and, I swear - feathers … peeking … ......Read More