Specifics Poems - Poems about Specifics

...The Conundrums of Today and the Promise of Tomorrow A tear of genuine sorrow forming in the eye of an innocent child The fear of what the feminine has borrowed in order to represent itself as wi......Read the rest...

... Some people will make a plan from preconceived ideas then they will observe to see if what they expect appears when they don’t see what they expect they’ll look for something near then they w......Read the rest...

...I wish I had something important to tell you than hoping to see your face once more again I do recall the moment theft that left us by just to go through most of the day without shredding in m......Read the rest...

...I carry a machine gun draped over one shoulder, other hand shoved into my pocket Nonchalant grim reaper with a list of names, fist balled up around bitter poetry, the names of future dead Angel and......Read the rest...

...His Version of Mail It Please don’t question yourself, please don’t give me a second thought, who am I to live in your mind after all of the turmoil I brought? Believe me you don’t want to do thi......Read the rest...

...876 months have come and gone, Plus 9 months prior to that. Never had Fred existed prior to that. First, conception; that first reception. Totally unique, the real McCoy, one of a kind. By pare......Read the rest...

...The Intricate Mysteries of Being An albatross flying across the Antarctic A telescope monitoring the intergalactic A horoscope sharing interplanetary plastic Let’s elope while we still think......Read the rest...

...If I let my heart be broken by a stranger Is it impossible to believe Or if loving at the first of sights Not embarrassingly naive Or if I claimed to know of true intentions From a flurried pass......Read the rest...

...I woke up this morning with this thought in my mind, there must be a God somewhere. In school, I was taught that there is no God so, I never gave the subject much thought. But I started to search......Read the rest...

...I don't know about you but the seeming me abused and cursed had all my birth fingers burnt off at the first knuckle before the first lullaby from too many here hold my beer blithely eager watch ......Read the rest...

...If you aim to be a blacksmith, boy, You’ll need fittings built to last. So, know that if the anvil rings, It’s been forged instead of cast. You’ll need to stand the heat regardless How the bello......Read the rest...

...Dawn, you fall upon striking radiance, Birds lift the sky using wings patience, Barren and wizened tree, I trust your vitality, A sympathy that teams will ignite beauty. In a palm t......Read the rest...

...Peter is joining us for lunch in the cafeteria. I met him on a crowded Saturday morning at a coffee shop. He’s from the flammable, paper-dry, sagebrush hills of Malibu and grew up overlooking the haz......Read the rest...

...Equal copyrights we can both claim renown impossible mission to envision just the experience to become linkedin with literary talents of another motive couched within these lines I exclaim no id......Read the rest...

...She has the ‘screws’. Her hips are 'creaky' her leg is 'playing up.’ I yell into her good ear. "Nice Morning Freda!" "Gout." She says, still following a conversation in her head. "I don't ......Read the rest...