Spritzing Poems - Poems about Spritzing

...Serenity lost in a tempestuous cloud Wailing to the rumbling thunder as darkened skies were painted in cinnabar. losing its crown to the fleeting rain  Dew flooding from the gazing moon Singi......Read the rest...

...POTUS Joe Biden met Vladimir Kremlin said, 'Show me your wares if you dare' Whereupon Vladimir Kremlin unleashed a gremlin grinning atop nuclear hardware Not to be outdone Jo......Read the rest...

...Waking, I heard a lovely song. Somehow, the music didn't belong. Bell-like in tone, to softly please. Perhaps was only summer's breeze. Dreamlike music, not lasting long. I opened blinds and t......Read the rest...

...Just say no to sunshine Trying to penetrate your dark doom Wrap your black cloud around its fire Smoother it in your tears, in your grief In your past trauma Feel it struggle in your strangleho......Read the rest...

...in dreams, I once heard lovely songs bell-like in tone, they softly pleased. I thought they didn't quite belong; perhaps t'was only summer's breeze combing tall grass, kissing new leaves. I open......Read the rest...

...Canned ‘STINK’ - State of the Art for Crowd Control My girl and I were sitting in a theater last night, waiting for the lights to fade a......Read the rest...

...The whispers of diamonds and moonstone, Starlight’s infusion of butterfly wings. Flutter of lady’s eyelashes in Spring. Lullaby murmuring - Jane’s not alone. Sweet puff of air,......Read the rest...

...NIGHTMARES The rain falls steadily in comfortable cadence, constant sound of water falling in lulling song; this Saturday morning singing, stay and sleep, a willing captive of rain with its......Read the rest...

...It's tough when father's head is cracked open. Mother says, "You and I were chosen." Secrets spill out like a spritzing soda. My head is warm with that smoldering odor. Tranquilized but refusin......Read the rest...

...so the "majority" resound that life begins at birth and equally, the other "majority" state life begins at conception Senator Connie Johnson chimes in that life begins at ejaculation or more equall......Read the rest...

...Through the opened orifice of humanities consciousness, the whirling, whirring, rush of rain; tumults round the asphalts plane. Spritzing, spreading, shrieking, zing… the staccato sounds of we......Read the rest...