Whitewash Poems - Poems about Whitewash

...legend has it all right about you, down to the last bullet of how you sang through grenades at boulder-lashed, whitewash-loaded rivers dissolving mountains with a charm you merely hinted from s......Read the rest...

...Maybe I seek meaning in the press of sympathetic eyes Maybe within me resides a cancerous longing to shatter into a million tiny pieces Maybe I will finally matter once tragedy razes the last vesti......Read the rest...

...I was born with skin the color beige…yet people say I’m white… I’ve never understood why people can’t get my color right. I did not know when I was placed into my warm, soft baby bed that I wold......Read the rest...

...| Oceans - Of Thought | Harmonised hypothermia sets through the darkened depth of the chasm deep, Like a heavy-weighted wreck of my linguistic mind. As blithe planulae float amongst the ......Read the rest...

...My dog is giving the sky a meticulous tongue lolling. Half way through the walk he dips his pink lapper into a muddy puddle then continues to paint the sky to his liking, 'his liking' being ......Read the rest...

...I've constructed a picket fence around me to keep jackanapes out Through pickets they can see me, but I never allow them to touch private parts of me I keep concealed, and don't talk about so much ......Read the rest...

...We looked at the world through rose-colored glasses, sped through the night under blue moons, parked in cars and gave boys the green light. Explored gray areas, dreamed of golden boys, painted ......Read the rest...

...If (I / you) were to observe (myself / yourself), Would (I / You) really know (myself / yourself)? ----------------------------------------------- We prosper but we also strain - This "Game o......Read the rest...

...Whitewash is white White race is not white White gold is not white White pepper is not white Look before you leap Think thrice before you act Never jump to a conclusion Without investigation......Read the rest...

...A lovely walk, a promenade leads the way Burnt orange succulents stand like bushes serene Crushed tepid deep, whitewash stirs up behind the scenes Delightful blends of blue sky in-between Entwine......Read the rest...

...daybreak calls off moon's whitewash in the wee of this morn I startled up from what quite seemed like a crash landing from midair plunge of a fledgling's first flight—thanks to my false 'alarmers'......Read the rest...

...“and remembering being born would be worse than dying” in the house of life they failed to disclose that you would only be partially welcome. on the day the rain licked the windows of the worst r......Read the rest...

...Your viewpoint can be comforting, Or your viewpoint can be troubling: Either comforting as a safeguard, Or as troubling as a canard. A safeguard tunnels Saints through sin. A canard tunnels si......Read the rest...

...I could rage I could cry but what’s the use do I hate cancer for what it did to us? you bet! it robbed us blind it left a gaping hole an emptiness that’s inescapable truth is I’d ra......Read the rest...

...the tattoo on her eyebrow frowned at the sight of yesteryear’s cutlass the well-rounded blade had become blunt dull and worn down from overuse and yet straight to the point of salvation ......Read the rest...