Tighten Up Poems - Poems about Tighten Up

...I tighten your tie, tighten in your lies, shine your shoes so I can see the real you and hold your eyes to mine in the big blue sky. So I can see inside the hollowness that is you. ......

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... The Temptation of St Anthony I entered the desert, took a vow not to speak Lucifer’s here too, hoping silent men grow weak My path seemed so straight but quickly became oblique I que......

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... My demons know me, they know where to hurt. They quietly tighten their grip on the soul of the man under my shirt. They think that this evil is something I fear. They think that it’s easy to create......

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...She might have painted the sea— or a golden field of wheat beneath a hazy summer sky— but he took her brushes, left the bristles splayed, the paints dried out, and the turpentine cloudy. And t......

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...The life you walk now sighs beneath your feet— a path once clear now tastes bittersweet. Even as you carry grace like gold, judgment greets you, distant and cold. Kindness speaks, but you hush ......

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...WAITING IN LIMBO Sitting on the muddy banks Of faded realities, Lingering in the spaces of time, Lost souls struggle: Seeking another Dreamer. Powering pawn brokers, Tighten their mogering......

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...O youth of my land, gather up stones, Not for the mob, nor for bloodied thrones. But to build a revolt, one fierce and true, For the chains of complacency tighten on you. You scroll thr......

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...one thread unravels quietly from the cuff of yesterday— loose and golden, tugged gently by wind ......

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...Stop waiting for the world to love you, for it never owed you that, Do you think you'll feel worthy if you win, accumulate, and prove enough? That shame will vanish one morning, that the mirror wil......

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...The Shed ...was Granddad's before he died. And now its loneliness reached out to the boy from the shaded, shuffling shadows that shushed the sheltered garden. They pulled, they tugged at his gu......

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...I’m tired. Not the kind you sleep off— the kind that settles in your bones like a storm that never passes. I’m tired of checking the volume of my laughter like it’s a detonator. Of reading t......

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...Of then, Smoke of a squandered summer morn The barrel of a summer afternoon And the spittle of the soundless shots of the stars within a summer eve Homeless homage, tainted talent awaits to watc......

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...By 11, I thought I'd have it down by 15, But by 16 and a sour sunday morn, And daisy chains foiled into the moor, And hands that tighten but ne'er lighten, Hands that strangle, stitch, and liven......

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...When the poem became tears As the ink drips, I have become an emotional basket case. My keyboard squeals, as the businessman's anxiety climbs At the sound of the opening bells, Tariff wars t......

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...song of the mattress she slept, wrinkled and small on satin sheets, a band-aide covering her mattress, knees tucked tightly beneath her chin and legs pressed against her breasts ......

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