Trucked Poems - Poems about Trucked

...My country in Africa - though I am Indian in origin - Lies torn and tattered, corrupt and corrupting No water for weeks, only Mandela's Charity trucked in some (2 trucks today) After a whole week......Read the rest...

...From blank screen to logorrhea, I write with confused adumbrations Methinks hmm, perhaps I admittedly self plagiarize and quite aware aforementioned amalgamated, conglomerated, fabricated, jer......Read the rest...

...Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865... Petersen House, Washington, D.C. I admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, and the life and death of the sixteenth president in particular bet......Read the rest...

...The Blackpool donkeys have given up, they have boarded jumbo jets as emotional support animals. Once they used to plod between the Blackpool piers half a mile up, half a mile back, day after ......Read the rest...

...I dashed off to the ladies' room just after Sunday School was through. The service that would soon begin, I'd relish from my favorite pew. As I sailed down the lengthy hall, I felt the cool, c......Read the rest...

...For my life scintilates like a spark on a spike. I cohort but myself with a dud and got stuck. Wanna grow and I am but’s so hard t’elicit. And my mind is not lucid and trucked is my thought.......Read the rest...

...From Blank Screen To Logorrhea, I Write With Confused Adumbrations Methinks hmm, perhaps aforementioned conglomerated eye gripping titled, poem already aired though revisiting said theme downp......Read the rest...

...The television began to tremble. I was not paying attention but I liked the sound of female voices and the rumble of traffic as the news was trucked along numerous ethereal routs across a homel......Read the rest...

...Green the confusing reverence of the place the holy-waters of the gulf white eucharist sand trucked-in sunday anew and flowers ever fresh renew the question I watch c......Read the rest...

...The Blackpool donkeys have given up they have boarded jumbo jets to be emotional support animals for those lesser angels that protect us wingless fliers. They have opted out. Once th......Read the rest...

...Snap... crackle... pop... microwave went kaput After start button pushed immediate auditory signal issued nsync with billowing smoke time saving convenient contrivance rendered defunct trucked......Read the rest...

...Heaven I have often gazed off into the distance, Dancing happily in the mist. Children bouncing on fuffly clouds. Their wings trucked neatly down their spines . Playing ring o'roses and p......Read the rest...

...Stacy Adams triumph one of the glorious nights I've trucked through sore feet, cold weather and hunger famished as stars shined vibrations of the train i will never regret grey homeless bl......Read the rest...

...You are the fuse that ignites my soul The muse that makes words flow You are everything in my life I swore I'd never know You are the sihlouette I once imagined A dream that makes hearts flow T......Read the rest...

...Petersen House, Washington, D.C. (i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, and the life and death of the sixteenth president in particular). between a hard spot of whiskey ......Read the rest...