Drill Poems - Poems about Drill

...IT'S OKAY... HAPPY MEN'S MENTAL HEALTH DAY. The weight of being a man strikes as doomsday.² But it's okay to take up space, breathe & be free, To be vulnerable, to let your emotions see, It......Read the rest...

... Written: June 4th, 2024, For Andrea Dietrich ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After the rain, my eyes were blithe, Rainbow spans the sky, deft and lithe. For a terse......Read the rest...

...dentist has a plethora of sedation devices and techniques Or so she thinks, not realizing I am a dental PTSD survivor. I am in a twilight state, until I hear and smell the DD – dreaded drill. I re......Read the rest...

...Pain, an agony Drill, ache and break my nausea My patience shamble.......Read the rest...

...Quicksand caught generation epoch, restless whirring of a drill in the dust. Zenith of color shifts saturation to none, black and white film on video cassette. Ensnared in a cage lowering......Read the rest...

... Someone gently rolls me over Onto this white slab, belly down And I wait ... like forever Or at least it seems like forever, anyway Above me is a mirror, So, I turn my head and st......Read the rest...

... Written: May 1st, 2024 For Unseeking Seeker Contest Rumi Quote: "The beauty you see in me, is a... magnet, stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion"...Read the rest...

...I Old Age, O take me not a fugitive That escapes, I’m thy earnest votary, Now that approaches that eventful eve, Why drill some doubts that dwell on loyalty? Let youth slipped by leaves a las......Read the rest...

...Spread it out on the ground and let’s see how far it reach; spread it out on the ground and you will see where destiny is bound; spread it out and measure it and you will know exactly if it fits. ......Read the rest...

...There was headspace for thinking, but the roof sagged low, it restricted imagination. Rooms stacked on rooms, all boxed in. The only way to hear any other part of himself was to drill holes,......Read the rest...

...I flew to Chicago last Friday night my great uncle was turning a hundred. The plan was to fly-in Friday, party Saturday, and fly out Sunday. No missed school. The air felt colder in Chicago, th......Read the rest...

...The Freedom Caucus Like staunch sentinels they stand Around a center speaker, a white-haired man With microphone poised and voice steady To speak of a vote and not being ready. “We have ba......Read the rest...

...Suburban resident pretense, a bleak uniformity. I grew up among the repetitious homes, isolated alienated, I wandered the conformity, the endless square yards, the dull feckless syndrome. Repug......Read the rest...

...You march through the village with guns, missiles and rockets, and scrutinize the people, with foolish command that ravished the entire village before the break of dawn. You make appointment with......Read the rest...

...You're my land and I'm monarch, You're my lightning in a pitch dark, You're my orchard of various fruit, You're my dress a colored suit. You're my song that I sing, You're the symphony I ring,......Read the rest...