Splitter Poems - Poems about Splitter

...And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our American Cousin," Presiden......

Continue reading...

... ~ Limerick Style * ~ Some maintain that ‘thought is for aught’ At least that’s what I have been taught But thought fathers the deed It plants the tiny seed ......

Continue reading...

...Urban jungle roosters, born-again scarecrow, to untutored city eyes, tawny pipit stonewall nester, jet black Inca dove bereft, of dovetail on a croque monsieur, idle bone grub crawl, mother h......

Continue reading...

...Within this ink is a taste so bitter Warn you though I am no quitter I don't follow fake pomp and glitter Find within me a devotion emitter The crosses your bearing, I was for her there l......

Continue reading...

... Shivering shards sliced through my sullen system. nightss nag with naissant nightmares mornings moved as malignant monsters trust twisted in tabescent thorns tearing within me I ignor......

Continue reading...

... death last breath questions haunt splitter prayers hello? hello? hello? climbing grief sunset mountains pearls placed upon requested peaks angst of still buds in the heart of souls......

Continue reading...

...Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865... Petersen House, Washington, D.C. I admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, and the life and death of the sixteenth president in particular bet......

Continue reading...

... We were told at a young age, capitalism is long-term better Got the short end of the slave trade, now everyday I’m feeling fetter Working the industrial fields, come rain or shine Br......

Continue reading...

...My bladder behaves through the night Each morning my flow is just right.... But throughout the day There is hell to pay It's bursting; I cross my legs tight WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON......

Continue reading...

...My current days are trails paved abhorrent for I wail money twisted and time blistered within knot plots I cannot get untwistered. I live as a searcher of dollar measure flexers and as an oh what......

Continue reading...

...Pedants fume helpless and seethe with rage, But linguists surrender to the age, Media always misuse Commoners to confuse, But rage not, time has turned a tired page. ____________________________......

Continue reading...

...Need Rehab on Cold Slab Could be because I became a crab; What we really need is some rehab; For while waited; Was reactivated; They found us lying on a cold slab. Jim Horn My Goodness a......

Continue reading...

...When texting was just starting out, my friend texted LOL to me. Little ornery lunatic? Lovely ordinary laugh? Luxuriously outstanding lady? Lobe-oriented log-splitter? Land over Lithuania? Li......

Continue reading...

...From 1998, I was born while my existence was pronounced a fluke Evil twin, though an age gap, I sat myself flat after physical abuse I salute to the man who fouled my head off a saw splitter Mad m......

Continue reading...

...Have not thee raised thy ugly self A killjoy upon life's shelf So much that thou art truly known By both the young and grown Thy rays a burden to my face Which bringeth forth no grace To ......

Continue reading...