Warted Poems - Poems about Warted

...FLOWERED TEACUP IN SPRING My heart lies vacant to vulnerability, voiding into a warm womb of larvic rebirth October ......Read the rest...

..."The end is near," the short-wave said. "Before midnight, all will be dead." I aim to leave my baggage here. For my warted nose should I fear? April fifteen and taxes due Can I afford to be so......Read the rest...

...Sonnets LXXI-LXXX Because You Came to Me by Michael R. Burch Because you came to me with sweet compassion and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair, I do not love you after any fashio......Read the rest...

...Dot Spotted by Michael R. Burch There once was a leopardess, Dot, who indignantly answered: "I’ll not! The gents are impressed with the way that I’m dressed. I wouldn’t change even one spot."......Read the rest...

...Limericks II - Nature Poems and Animal Poems Dot Spotted by Michael R. Burch There once was a leopardess, Dot, who indignantly answered: "I’ll not! The gents are impressed with the way that......Read the rest...

...Happily Never After (the Second Curse of the Horny Toad) by Michael R. Burch He did not think of love of Her at all frog-plangent nights, as moons engoldened roads through crumbling stonewalled......Read the rest...

...Happily Never After: the Second Curse of the Horny Toad by Michael R. Burch He did not think of love of Her at all frog-plangent nights, as moons engoldened roads through crumbling stonewalled......Read the rest...

...If I Falter by Michael R. Burch for Beth If I regret fire in the sunset exploding on the horizon, then let me regret loving you. If I forget even for a moment that you are the only one......Read the rest...

...There was a witch who couldn't fly. She couldn't sit upon her broom like other witches in the sky. There was a witch who couldn't fly. She was so fat from thigh to thigh, her sweeper vanish......Read the rest...

...When life hands you a heavy load and your left feeling like a warted toad You've been knocked down flat on your back And feel that you are under great attack Things start to mess with your mind......Read the rest...

...Hear the sounds like tip toes? It goes round about the “Hoots of Aspen” Twith torn and tatter twos If you look to coming nightfall Shadows short, but spry beneath the moon And you'll see a crop ......Read the rest...

...THE SUNKEN CATHEDRAL – after Claude Debussy A tomb So chill, so deathly still Where algaed bells hang dumb Diffus’d Her warted, weaving spire In eerie midnight sun A womb Come, bubble, bubble dow......Read the rest...

...Oh me Oh My a ghost no ship but I see coming a pirate their breath the scent of candy away they scramble with frightening cries Look across the moon flies a witch and dangled from it's web a sp......Read the rest...

...A tomb So chill so deathly still Where algaed bells hang dumb Diffus'd Her warted weaving spire In eerie midnight sun A womb Come bubble bubble down In gloom the vaulted wa......Read the rest...