Vented Poems - Poems about Vented

...Preface: On February 4, 1861, the seven states that had seceded by this point convened and created the Confederate States of America under the leadership of Jefferson Davis. Just under two m......Read the rest...

... What seems now old Used to be utterly new What was previously told We cease to over chew ***** All that is old hold a treasure If only we all knew Just weigh and measure Under the veil......Read the rest...

...She never got spoon-fed and started licking off the knives But knives cut her tongue Her home is in the white spaces but not the words You claim to know the flower, but do you know its pollen grai......Read the rest...

...Embrace me my trunk I have roots, grounded My arms and hand are branches I am who I am encased Energies in wood circle vessel Even in the rain I'm covered I stand in the fires I'm e......Read the rest...

...A letter to my wounds, fragranced with powdered incense, every word woven from carnelian ink, beauty lies in the readers heart, bruised syllables define nothing, when everything phrased and vent......Read the rest...

... Spoken said Verbalized declared enunciated Given aired voiced Brought out whispered Proclaimed commented Blurted breathed broadcasted SPOKEN Asserted affirmed promulgated Sp......Read the rest...

...The birdie whistled A wet and wild song; Damp feathers bristled. Wild song, rain-scented; Trills of petrichor, With flapping, vented. Petrichor afresh. A hot steam, released. ......Read the rest...

...11/18/22 Heart is Cold like the Arctic They bark quick Gosh darn this You wanted to start it Now you're wrapped up in carpet Walking barefoot across hot coals Soul cold like the North Pol......Read the rest...

...Little Jessica was six years old. Her mother walked her to school everyday and she would pick her up from school and walk her home. As Jessica and her mom would walk to school, Jessica's little ......Read the rest...

...Wreaked with the scent of a wet dog the werewolf stretched it's neck and howled to the bloodred moon Thick red fluid dripped from his long fingernails the werewolf vented thick steam from his......Read the rest...

...My sister stopped to visit on her flight home from a tropic isle. Are COVID mutants on last legs? (Most think their death’s long overdue!) Trump’s naive crimes seem more passé though Putin dreams h......Read the rest...

...I'm yet in the deep...and I'm stark forlorn prod the ocean. he vented, "I'm not Noah." If you are not, how could it be aired to me? you are both my sonnet and my book what is the exposed s......Read the rest...

...If you asked, I would speak to you of anger lurking in the archives of the mind bound to things long past but still too real ready to explode within the things we feel as though the moment’s mo......Read the rest...

...years for now, the Vicar preached his village, message of peace and everlasting love, but back at home his wife would show him rage, shout “ Leave me alone” and give him a shove! corpulent now,......Read the rest...

...[This poem 'No God Of  Mine' was seemingly confounding readers as to its meaning. Ordinarily, if I felt a poem wasn't  cutting it, I'd delete it, but on this occasion, I've been asked to explain it......Read the rest...