Unheated Poems - Poems about Unheated

...When that storm arrived, the entire congregation in genuflection knelt before Her poetic prayers, they saw themselves shining, eventually, in Her reflection scandalously quiet like per......Read the rest...

...The tip of my nose is cold I always sleep in a t-shirt with my arms bare Because I like to curl up beneath my blankets And create my own warmth I wish I was doing that right now Instead of selli......Read the rest...

...I remember plodding through the snow From my grandma’s house to the bus stop, Listening to the sounds of the tire chains The school bus thumping along icy roads, But school was never ......Read the rest...

...Laying on the floor beneath the window, staring up at the painted plaster, little cracks run through the goosebumps in the paint. I can read where the wall is hollow where it is brick, by ru......Read the rest...

...We need orphanages. So abandoned children can be cared for, receive three hot meals a day, be helped with their homework. We need orphanages to be Quiet places where children can think. A......Read the rest...

...(Dedicated to all those who have died alone.) They cannot fit, they cannot go along, and the reasons are wide: pride, fear, even love never tempered by time, illness of the heart or mind, or......Read the rest...

...I cherish memories of those long ago mornings, awakening in an unheated attic room to mingled aromas- sweet hickory smoke escaping the old wood cook stove, bacon frying, coffee perking, and biscu......Read the rest...

..."Yes... !" "Kill them with the virtues of kindness my father always used to say... !"" "Arrogance is the belittlement - empty lie; the stinking Meat Pie left unheated and alone in the practical wi......Read the rest...

...Once manifested on the heel of Adagio in G major, balancés and assemblés from the back hand. Baryshnikov told me to flatten my stomach, so I repressed the urge to breathe; suffocation is in......Read the rest...

...The Truth Speaker. The voice that speaks in the silence of my unheated room, frost smoke in morning light and ice crystals of judgment that lacks passion, and logic too has the seed of insanity, ......Read the rest...

...Snow falls on the brittle leaves of birch trees, their branches miraculously overlooked by the December wind. It makes a sound like the marching feet of scary Germans rushing through Poland. Snow, m......Read the rest...

...Growing through the thorns; strong; Calling out for help when the days seem long. When it’s realized that lifes not a breeze, That only where you go-is what one sees. Then the hills don’t seem so ste......Read the rest...

... Standing on the frozen water, underneath the turquoise plain, Temperature not getting hotter, chills set in and ease the pain. Problems of your prior self, discarded at the price of health......Read the rest...

...Arrogance is the belittlement, empty lie... the stinking meat-pie-left-unheated and alone in the practical-wisdom-of-the-stove. The sometimes deadly and ambitious-quest for an-easier-day- ......Read the rest...

..."Where in any and all other governments has this principal, its own, been abandoned... ?" "The end of this writing right here; right-now-below, being the fruit of its neglect." "Yes I fe......Read the rest...