Viscid Poems - Poems about Viscid

...these petals unfold like thoughts of mind heavy as the weight they bear this benumbed september day in the crux beyond a seed's gather viscid drops of crimson red carried off by wings of time......Read the rest...

...My mind is like kinetic energy At times when my creative energy Flows at higher frequencies And I sense the excitement of my poetry Grow into something I hope is inspiring To everyone ......Read the rest...

...there flies a bird as white as life, an ugly, peaceful dove, which carries darkness in its beak, the poem wroth with love: the farmer wakes at morning, weak with pain and ache; there's no p......Read the rest...

... Such piteous night, as when last I came and felt the sorrow of this lonely game. You entered my life not so long ago. I let you in, so, I’m the one to blame, and now your heart is a......Read the rest...

...Spider’s Rigging “I had resolved on a voyage around the world, and as the wind on the morning of April 24, 1895 was fair, at noon I weighed anchor, set sail, and filled away from Boston, where the......Read the rest...

... Loss is intrusive Deafening in its presence, Intractable in its longevity, Intimidatory in its fearfulness. Boldly it gives rise to emptiness, Serving no master! W......Read the rest...

.... I closed this book when you left last night mine colleen waking to your dried sweat stuck to mine thus your hirsute lover’s brain sparke......Read the rest...

...Nocturnal Dismiss my harbingers of dread to flight Banish all foes, old hallmarks of fretting, fraught, despair I will shutter away those loathsome ghouls from sight I will rob the keepers......Read the rest...

...Tears (for A, I shed) When I herd these tribes and fashion cities With my words, you are what's missing. - Mookie Katigbak, The Proxy Eros I c......Read the rest...

...Destiny Sordid, shoddy succubus Culled consciousness Mottled, beguiled muse Hungry for hope An eruption of erudition To be showered with praise Cleansed pride Chloroformed strife Where d......Read the rest...

...This tale is a human tale, Now hear the animal wail, That was a painter of low sorts, Fewer fines and more of odd lots, Diminutive and strong, With a shaggy moustache and beard, He formed a par......Read the rest...

...I swallow the sword of silence reading contours of curvaceous blithe trying to understand words like life forsaken like a child on Christmas morn fingertips of time tiptoeing down my back as I s......Read the rest...

...They had measured on close counts, Before they began his dismount, All flowers and scents were left behind, It was only mud that came to mind, He was a log of wood that had no use, They were abo......Read the rest...

...Blue stone grovelled in mud, wet viscid and and dirty mud, no one knew where water poured in from, nobody was there to stop it hence, it had crushed the earth, made it soft and humid, it had dr......Read the rest...

...Mahogany table varnished bright, polished wooden floor giving a neat sight, the room was deserted, but for that radiant person, who looked sitting in that framed chair, quite endearingly handsom......Read the rest...