Static Poems - Poems about Static

...Who said it was blue? When I think of A window, it is not the colour of grapes; Nor is it a long stretch of morning field; Also not a nighttime movie of galaxy film. Who said red was the colour......Read the rest...

...This is the edge of America This is the edge of America The land of the free Home of the brave The Republic of Tyrannies White hoods and black fist Cities in flame Agent Orange burns Televi......Read the rest...

...static solitary personal positions leaving everything unsaid in the imagination ......Read the rest...

...The stars follow me home sometimes. Even though I can’t see them through the clouds, their/they’re eyes (that) still bear down on me. I can hear bells in everything. I pray to Gaia that I......Read the rest...

...When I was younger, days moved softly, an endless waltz of hours beneath the cherry blossoms where I walked alone, convincing myself that solitude was sweet, that love was for the others. ......Read the rest...

...Most women have grown tired of just being women, Weary of always being the flowers of unending seasons, awaiting to be plucked And placed in vases for gazes that never feel their roots; They, the ......Read the rest...

...Darting eyes, a naked flame, Expectations, yet unnamed, Strewn across a bedroom floor, In-between, red satin sheets, Rekindled heat, yearns once more, Excitement, reaches higher, Static sets th......Read the rest...

...it's clouded obscured just enough variety to throw you off there's no such thing as a penetrating gaze no beyond nor here or there just this unc......Read the rest...

...Intrinsic behavior I am my own savior Love's a joy Not a labor Rather be in your good favor Kiss me I'm not real Or so it seems to me Nothing's all I feel Or so it seems to be What yo......Read the rest...

... There once was a sock That was left at the laundromat His owner forgot to take it back and for a while in the dryer he sat Then someone else came and he tumbled again Then he was put i......Read the rest...

...slow-drying pouring media on the horizontal then vertical back to static flat nuanced & manoevred unemcumbered in primary effusionss breathe live enjoy emotions ......Read the rest...

... The same old feeling, Greets me once again, It’s weight has me stumbling, It fills me with disdain, How many times have I felt this pain? Why won’t I learn these lessons, No matter what I ......Read the rest...

... There are flashes of feedback when I try and listen; Not from you, you play with precision; It’s your echo; The silence of what once was, the times filled with just because; It’s static th......Read the rest...

...From a comet’s tail, like pepper on a meal sprinkling down on the land upon the earth, the contagious death the cleansing of God’s hand Genocide made, from a periodic plague swelling numbers o......Read the rest...

...Crystal eyes gleam at the prospect of scintillating sapphire blush gliding films of wonder dilate bliss driven lilac haze spasmodic orbital earth spinning obtuse lumen tangents of night mist ......Read the rest...