Wadded Poems - Poems about Wadded

...Yesterdays Care is forgotten but somewhere else it shines I walked the waters depths and it plagued my mind Peace was torn as the winds tore into two East was west in the golden sun as seve......Read the rest...

...I could sit here and choose not to feel this sorrow. I could ignore it forget it and move on tomorrow. I could sit and bide my time til time is come and gone. I could look at you in Innocense lik......Read the rest...

...wobbling earth Phoebus slipover & winkling horizon mind thrums cliffhanging ......Read the rest...

...Eutectic water ice with a time-extending elixir, Casting a trivial covering of aqueous freezing. In the puncture spirits of an exquisite spritzer, The Esophagus of a beat glass, sublim......Read the rest...

...Waste has worsened widespread. World's oceans polluted. Wonder throwaway mind Wadd......Read the rest...

...(An Abenaki Legend) Prologue... After the reptile people had been devoured by fire, ice and flood, Kloskurbeh the ever creating Spirit, sighed, and thought about the worlds he had made ......Read the rest...

...I dreamed I accidentally bought two expensive tickets to a musical play about Thomas Jefferson, then figured, what the hell, Rhonda and I might as well go. Then an ex showed up, someone I get along w......Read the rest...

...The Offering Plate The offering plate started at row one I was in row ten. I reached in my pants knowing I had a five down there somewhere. I pulled a crumpled wad from my pocket. A......Read the rest...

...Dust clings to my suit caught by wafts of imagined vapor, until I drag, drag, down the dunes and depressions. The cold a new arm of guidance. I’m supposed to be warm, wadded in comfort lining......Read the rest...

...The older I get the less that I fret With my panties wadded up in a tizzy As anyone could see I used to be A mini-me of Dizzy Gillespie I'd huff and I'd puff when I'd had enough Like some Bi......Read the rest...

...At times it gets hard to talk. Instead of rambling about anything. Most times I sit without saying a word. Just sitting in thought. Most times different conclusions are drawn. This at all doesn'......Read the rest...

...lone whale wadded in the sea all it meets are small fish it makes noise for attention but no whale-mate appears when a trailer came passing it chased after it with hope only to end up in the tr......Read the rest...

... Mercy, Mercy… Mercy me A light, white frosting of snowflakes Upon cardboard and old soiled blankets Streetlamps and neon signs Light…empty… unfeeling and bone chillingly cold P......Read the rest...

...WINTER, 1948 [40 Saxton Street] for W.W The winter nights that pass now are so unlike the winter nights that passed before, that I often struggle back in those suspended moments when sleep ......Read the rest...

...I see what's underneath ladies' skirts; their plump underpinnings and roundness. I feel shoes scrape across my surface, the feel of a broom and the bold suck of a vacuum Each piece of me become......Read the rest...