Tagged: poem

poem about loving yourself 2

Come, Let Us Love

Poem   Come, let us fall in love with ourselves. Come, let us clean our embarrassing shelves of the guilty pleasure, of the bad debts. Come, let us accept our frivolous selves. Bask in...

poem about journey 0

From the Shelf

Poem   From the shelf where she sat, she could gaze at the world, And weigh the good and the bad. From the shelf where she sat, through the glass, at a curve, It...

Surreal Poetry 0

Save the Kiss for Last

Surreal Poetry A hungry man will never turn away from distractions inviting him to feel full In that way, survival takes on a thrusting Tint serious only regarding a palm’s distance away from the...

Old Book 0

Words

TormentedMadIllBrilliantSadMelancholicStupidWicked Words on paperThat is what that isDon’t you think? more by URSULA RABAR BABIC

Nose 0

Press This Button

All that time it took jeesus search like a sexually frustrated TSA employee and find nothing that’ll stick nothing that denials can’t sing along to Till trouble, embarrassed, pays the bill slinks out and...

Desert Thrills 0

Finding Middle Ground

Beauty once lead me on high Then dropped me down, a base reprise Colored blue, de-sensitized In purgatory, compromised I want to live, I want to die Feel life flash before my eyes Pinch...

Green Dreams 0

Sleepy Contemplations

I’ve got thoughts in my head And dreams in my pockets I’ve worn smiles on my face Amidst sleepy contemplations There are journeys to be made And adventures to be had But my eyes...

Forest Grove 0

The Grove

It was like waking from a dream to the reality I should have had, but I was still awake in the smell of pine when I heard the drumming. The flicker of candlelight licked...

Horns 0

A Blank Check

Master list of angst bullet points ricochet in French more common than stars in the sea Sheer height cranes a neck wears down the shoulders for the burden victory useless in the dark and...

Winter Beauty 0

In The Land of Promise

In the Land of Promise. This life of mine runs amuck, With water filled lungs And a wavering heart. Trouble was about me. The gossip was, let him sink. Oh, my dear, Precious you...

Poem About Love 0

A Semester Abroad

Poem About Love   You call it writers block, I say I’m empty inside. Arguments over cold coffee And burning but not smokeable Cigaretter butts. Social contracts obligate me To tell you not to...

Shoes on the Beach 0

Sands of My Broken Timing Glass

How long until the sands run out Of your ticking, tracking eyes That look so freely in and through me And gaze upon shores of my muddled tries How long until the sands run...