Tissued Poems - Poems about Tissued

... I'm not a rock I'm not a stone; my ancestors were made of soil I am from, above not beneath life force birth energy from heaven a seed Planted in between Heavenly Glory Fat......

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...Actually Going Outside We decide to do the cliff walk from Bray to Greystones even though the day is grey and the heavy clouds are low overhead with a distinct possibility that it will bucket ......

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...The shiny box tempted her the most! A turquoise ribbon just glowing! It was from her best friend and the host. Their true, long friendship showing. Truly, no gift was needed. She picked up he......

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...I dress in ashes of our love The fire that burnt so bright Has engulfed the man i was This husk is held together with ripped shreds of tissued lines Of promises dead and buried scattered in t......

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...aside from being worn during mortal kombat firmly braced full body armor suited up with proctologists safely positioned most definitely entire body electric en cased re......

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...Our countryside road was Festooned with orange heaps Escorting us to be the grand orange fair The gypsy dancers in orange flares Jingled tambourines with orange ribbons The bloated sun......

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...It comes as something of surprise. We need the broken figurines. the malice we expressed, the heart forever bound in cords constricting its magnificence. It seems the pure, transcendant, holy orb tha......

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...They say spring is paradise. Will I think so too as my lips get paler and fingers paper thin? Flowers - all of them poppies, reminders like the tissued kind sold by valorous veterans. Will poppi......

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...it is not with sorrow that I pack it away in tissued hope of long past days no common ground for it to last a sated dream with a sweet repast it is not with anger that I look back on a path no......

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...as the old year fades away unrealized hopes of yesterday tissued dreams packed in a box put on a shelf but not forgot fresh perspective, fresh new year a plan-o-gram to make it clear erase th......

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...Begin at the beginning is a good place to start It makes this poem less tart sliding from oozed cocoon box the lions have dens, the holes for fox screaming is the first noise issued followed ......

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...I've got one thing for Christmas time That I've had all the year--- The Christmas lights of your two eyes Whenever you appear. The sweetest, softest tinsel known Hangs golden down your head, ......

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