Stubs Poems - Poems about Stubs

... The space is smaller than what was measured by memory, the stained glass windows much less vibrant compared to what glowed brightly in the light of back then. The pews have been worn down ......Read the rest...

...Wrapped in a secret day of thoughts, I pondered, If I should overturn my soul, to wear it on my face as a garment. Would it have unfolded with stitch and patch apparent, Or perhaps its embodiment ......Read the rest...

... Depression is a shape poem A difficult one in times of contemplation A shape that gets you, almost in nothingness Whispers darkness in the valley of your chest. Where the minaret stood in t......Read the rest...

...her honeycomb hair was dripping with saccharine. The most liquid hair in all of Ohio, especially Ackron. I laughed myself sick when it was sliding down her neck And her back, down her legs onto th......Read the rest...

... When you are five going on six, you don't need answers to all the great questions, you want small snacks of info. Mum clutches a glass in her hand, it's not orange juice, or any drink I am fa......Read the rest...

...What can you save when you go the grave? The answer, my friend’s, not a thing, Yet the way we behave (and so few of us cave) Is to add to mementos and cling. The clothes out of style we’ve not ......Read the rest...

...I was an active and happy person, whose sole hobby was collecting treasures, As night collects vast amounts of silver, with its precious moonlight measures. I loved to amass unusual items, like f......Read the rest...

...As long as I can remember came Christmas cards in December - my aunts back home to thank. With glad tidings at yuletide and always tucked away inside a cheque from Barclays Bank.......Read the rest...

... High-ho! High-ho! High-ho! it’s off to the pub and gig we go Willy Wonka ticket stubs in our hand on our way to see the band Climb the fence, jump the turnstiles into the crowd do......Read the rest...

...Milk I try to pour myself a glass of milk The milk thinks the counter is a glass Notebook I try to grab my notebook to write this now The notebook slips down to the ground Doorway I try to......Read the rest...

...THE RUDIMENTS OF WINGS Barely stubs, these soul nodules, not yet protruding the surface, still part of the wormlike me. The force of metamorphosis thrusts hard against filmy chrysalis; mec......Read the rest...

...Courtesy severely receding hair line..., yours truly enveloped within morose mood I (Samson incarnate) frankly experience zapped strength, hence sulk and pine for salad days of youth when ab......Read the rest...

...They've trimmed the tops off trees outside, Where will the black crows now reside? Perch upon the remaining stubs up high To view the cold but clear January sky? They've trimmed the tops off tr......Read the rest...

...INTRUDERS She brought with her a bus queue of troubles, All waiting for a place in the warm dry seats of my ears: They trampled my quiet like Mexican spurs, Insistently prodding me to respo......Read the rest...

...A man with no fingers waves his fingers at me. My third day of amoebic dysentery and though my yellow eye can see, they see what they choose to. The guy is not a feverish delusion, he comes t......Read the rest...