Stacking Poems - Poems about Stacking

...Be there the bight of a November drain turned off tattered ruffles blotted feign a ledged I removed and tender earlobes waif yonder spectral possession probe......Read More

...They told us that we self-repressed, were too serious about sex, that it was causing neurosis, with birth control we could relax. Encouraged us to ‘explore things,’ said we should abandon restra......Read More

...When stars ascend and illuminate moonlight, he sits in the midst of childhood confusion, bricks in ruby quartz, shape pearl-face of twilight, crafting a castle from artistic vision where secr......Read More

...let’s go Legos blocks building yellow, green, red beck love birds parakeets ~ built lovingly by children of little tiny hands snapping gathered ~ blocks of colored formed p......Read More

...With something gone, with something missing-- an empty hole with an empty mind-- There's nothing to fill, who wants it? With something here, with something there— with all knowing eyes I fin......Read More

...Little boxes By Michelle Morris 09/08/2023 Little boxes, little boxes Little boxes everywhere Tick the forms for every single thing That humans have to bear Little boxes, little boxes Lit......Read More

...Nesting Political Matryoshkas Lawless full scale war crimes of Russias Nastrovias there is no call Traditional wood stacking doll Putin’s nesters a stack of Babu......Read More

...It's still in the 4am world and I've woken up Though it's light outside (it's closer to 5 really) This part of the night feels like it belongs only to me, where my thoughts could land and be consid......Read More

...The giants piled up books on the southern shore. It was more novels than they had ever stacked before. The elves and gnomes were scared and yelled “no more!” They were afraid the stack might fall ......Read More

...Braced to fight tough for triumph Stockpiled testosterone Fizzed bicarb in her bloodstream Sucked bitterness alone Flooded home, battle surmounted ......Read More

...I keep the panic attack In my pocket, untaken In my closed hand My wish is to run on autopilot Minute by minute Until it's fine To not derail Or fall out of the sky Because I pushed myself......Read More

...Ghost Rider is the king of vengeance, stacking up bodies of street level thugs in the local mausoleum. He makes right to what is wrong ridding the world of slime and filth. But what of the c......Read More

...He grins beneath those golden locks And stacks his blocks And stacks his blocks With non-stop and incessant talk He stacks those blocks And stacks those blocks And then so he can take a walk P......Read More

...Being anything but cold is rare for you. Utterly and shamelessly aloof is but a default setting for you, although could it still be considered ‘aloof’ if it’s on purpose? Too nonchalant to notice t......Read More

...With full apprecation of all thing concidered. In respect to all that are involved.. Its defintion becomes it reason to exsist. To grow from the seeds: which harvested shall be fruit to nourish, ......Read More