Wristband Poems - Poems about Wristband

...Blue is the ring around my boyfriends eyes when the light hits them. Blue is the weird color I never used in kindergarten, because I thought it was for boys. Blue is the smell of salt and the so......Read the rest...

...If space had more than a billion stars I would still bring them down for you I will make you a necklace I would take the moon as a ring And distance as a thread And wrap it all up Circling it ......Read the rest...

...we pull the car over photo op for a toddler a scintilla of snow moments like this a kiss from God ~ arms are open wide for a Vermont bouquet a spectacular display of poppie......Read the rest...

...Happy birthday, my love…. Today you turn forty-seven years old, dear sister... May your wings shine brighter today than ever before. May my smile bring you joy and laughter. Oh, how......Read the rest...

...A wristband man followed me closely jogging I imagine he will try to grab me, stuff me in the bushes any minute He just runs, wheezing on.......Read the rest...

...No lady is cheap and dude's are not fools, the lady you've been chasing for over 12 months was in bed with a guy just three days after they met. The lady you had in your bed in less than a week, i......Read the rest...

...Whites a color that is pure Like a lot of things I'm sure Can be named and described well In poem I'm about to tell Snow is glistening and shiny Creating flakes from huge to tiny A white car with two......Read the rest...

...Her pain provokes an anger deep from within.. A hatred so ugly even the devil himself looks in disgust as he shakes an icy chill from his thorny spine. Her struggle pains me.. A deep, searing pa......Read the rest...

...Time is ticking down I’ve got eighty yards to go It’s the last game of the season The fans are sitting down Our mascot is a clown And I don’t even know the reason Coach signals in a play I g......Read the rest...

...It wasn’t until this evening while I was sitting in the hospital lobby watching blood pour from underneath my chair from the women behind me waiting for my name to be murmured over the loud speak......Read the rest...

...And then the focus came from the ground Where leaves go and love grows And how the brain burns In the flashing pace of heavy guilt The still-watered moments Borne out of raisins and ants And ev......Read the rest...