Stanched Poems - Poems about Stanched

...My childhood of the 1960's, all those years ago, feels like a Saturday in my journey nostalgic. The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl," their purity of song, of smiles. A daydream streams, of runnin......Read More

...The race for this thing still goes on and you have to meet me before the break of dawn, somewhere beyond the clouds I envision an oracle coming out of the sea and the people are standing in long line......Read More

...PARROT PAIR Parrot pair perching on branch, thinking deep, also taking rest, where to build a cosy nest, both being devoted and ......Read More

...Apple of my eye darling daughter numero deux gifted me... Twenty four years ago – February 4th, 2023, whose existence begat by this dada and da mama aye revel in your bursting at figurative ......Read More

...Mothers have come from throughout Earth to bury our post-Trumpian dead. Bringing both gifts and lamentations as each finds appropriate for healing what cannot be stanched and scabbed. As ga......Read More

...Shana Aubrey Harris – whose existence begat by dada and da mama; aye revel your bursting at figurative seams viz maturation, and know by chatting over telephone, your aura, charisma, and pe......Read More

...I arrived with the face of a ghost, or an apparition of belief that substance could be contained within a box of stone...or upon the bark of a tree, a memorial existing only in the vacuole of one'......Read More

...It was on a day quite ordinary that the stream of consciousness bore gifts of green and white and frozen silver, where the old ones walked. For here a boy about to turn away broke off his waking rev......Read More

...Daggled and bloodied, the young man lay upon the ground where he’d been left.. .left by vile men who, spurred by senseless hate and ravenous for a taste of violence, had lured him with false fell......Read More

...my life was dull,boring and a choir. From the state I was born I no longer adored I was the girl who knew exactly what she wanted, with dreams fulfilled, her happiness was still haunted. Bo......Read More

...My cigarette is burning in the ashtray I'm trying but I can't sleep There are too many things on my mind How do you do this to me Another long drag on that cigarette But all my nerves do is race......Read More