Umbilical Poems - Poems about Umbilical

...Listen to the sound of my fading link and a dying breath Our poems are more than just words That's the world we live in are more than walls with doors that we need to walk through , Life is a ......Read the rest...

...Headphones cup his ears Like a sanctuary, a secret cave Here he can hide , he is safe Crouching behind the sofa He hears raised voices Muffled shouts, words become clubs His mother is cryi......Read the rest...

...Lake county music company filled with slots carney folk real carny folk the little pete's illegal gambling road show throughout the Midwest gaming like your idol Frank Peter Balistreiri the ......Read the rest...

...Invisibly tortured courtesy existential nihilism Psyche wracked with agony impossible mission to extricate lovely bones they wanna remain permanently abed. I chiefly function to amass knowled......Read the rest...

...Where I looked, I found solace. Don't look at it anymore, it's time to let go. So I surrendered to a woman-river's embrace. Hemlock juice across the river blue, a bittersweet journey. I am blue-t......Read the rest...

...Where I looked Don't look at it anymore So I surrendered to a woman-river Hemlock juice across the river blue I am blue-throated; Duel flaps its wings Let's go through the umbilical cord of the ......Read the rest...

...Some days, I have to get into my spacesuit, and follow an umbilical connection to your mind. Your heart has always been a capsule large enough for our love, but somedays, I just float aro......Read the rest...

...Galley slave to obsessive compulsive disordered behavior announces... Fore score minus xv orbitz ago from being centenarian strong contractions forced me to pass thru cervix, buck naked bare l......Read the rest...

... Umbilical umbrellica of umbral phantanes "Anjelsmoth Banjitreel Naievae" These are the spasmodic words you cause in me, dare to ascertain in my exotic condition of your cusping co......Read the rest...

...Yes, I did all that and more. I was the head of a stampede, I became the horns. No, she over-exaggerates, she killed me before I killed her. The world was too small for my parade, I had to......Read the rest...

...Plagued with lifelong lower gastrointestinal Sturm und Drang Ever since a young lad irritable bowel syndrome in my humble pinion wracked lower abdominal area gurgled and ballooned gastrointes......Read the rest...

...Do you feel the chaotic concerto? The cloaked and clandestine composer Plucking at the ivory keys, exactly eighty eight With even more ways to tangle those Countless red strings of taut linear fa......Read the rest...

... The chook house stood empty for most of my childhood. An enclosed corrugated iron shed was surrounded by a wire fence and a wooden gate held on by one rusty hinge. Inside was small a......Read the rest...

...You’re a hollow tree, listening to the tapping claws of am exposed sky. You sit sideways staring over your shoulder. A rib cage full of naked troglodytes looks up into your throat. Wintery s......Read the rest...

...“we look for that that does not come and go it cannot be organic form, subject to decay thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know yet come what may, our inner child continue......Read the rest...