Uncapped Poems - Poems about Uncapped

...Our dad drives with the recliner down like a waterbed as uncapped bottles of water gushes down. My older sister putting on her third face now, none of it hides her stuck-out tongue at me. My older br......Read the rest...

...Pounding each key like a Fender Rhodes the computer bent and wailed Bits and bytes of encrypted language messages derailed Memory freezes last chance rebooted restart zero-sum The riff unc......Read the rest...

... uncapped, a ripple creates waves that take far too long to dissipate ......Read the rest...

...A doff of the cap a tip of the hat Nowadays we rarely see that It’s not that men walk about unhatted, uncapped Rather, removing the cap reveals quite a gap gw rh......Read the rest...

...Crooked Tooth Joy When I was young and hadn't a care, I once wished I had curly hair. But now I see what would've been misery for the valiant true who would've tried but failed to love ......Read the rest...

...All Dreams Deferred By Sy Roth Bilious, they lay there in a somnolent heap Dreams imprisoned. Langston toed them, and lethargically they wiggled But could not rise from the ashes of their sad......Read the rest...

...What a lavish verse you crafted..! I'm spellbound at this gift presented All I need to say that you're awesome And thy pen is pretty wowsome Seems you are Lord Minerva's kid My child's birth......Read the rest...

......"I was nasty, I embrace the dirty woman. She was nasty and unclean unbound it seems sweet not mean.She beckons me she testing me with her mystical mist surrounding me. Propelling who wins. The wi......Read the rest...

... Dredging Thoughts Written: by Tom Wright February 2015 On the river of life Of late I’m dredging, Thoughts from aged sand; My mind, like a bottle, That suddenly came uncapped, P......Read the rest...

...Predefined uncapped explanations My mind rests on a river of thoughts Black pauses Knowledge is mutual to curiosity we slave God masters Provided answers Dial.......Read the rest...

...Black lipstick whispers are vapor streams spoken gothic complexion spiraling ether. Trails taper erratic, split imperfection; ripples on French Riviera. Descriptions of love disappear as s......Read the rest...

...My Divinity My violet pastel pencil came to a rest after sketching the outline of the natural pond fringed with bamboo, palms, and exotic tropical foliage reflected in the mirrored wate......Read the rest...

...Mr. Washington I want to know what would you have to say? as you gaze upon this land if you were still alive today what would be your thoughts on a nation that lost its way would you stand and ......Read the rest...

...Dark day, early spring John O'Sullivan's memorial bench He sits, watching river run by, jacket open Bottle uncapped, paper bag from hand to mouth He drinks, watching river run by,......Read the rest...

...(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd") It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets. Sadly, my tea was weak, the bottle of cinnamon whiskey tantalizingly low, and my feet sw......Read the rest...