Magazine Poems - Poems about Magazine

...POEMS ABOUT SAINTS AND SINNERS Of Seabound Saints and Promised Lands by Michael R. Burch Judas sat on a wretched rock, his head still sore from Satan’s gnawing. Saint Brendan’s curragh caug......Read the rest...

...Punch line Hunch time......Read the rest...

...The views and opinions herewith extemporized to spur discourse with me, or to be mindful when exercising the right to vote in the country of your existence, which expressed intimation predicated upon......Read the rest...

...Some may say grand dragon others grand wizard either or it began in 60s everything was a bit chaotic the death of John f Kennedy Bobby Kennedy pope John XXlll my birth and Martin Luther kings famous ......Read the rest...

... Free to be. Free from me, the in-a-me, the fugazi me, the me that I LET you see, the she that I thought you wanted me to be, the me that I thought you wanted to see, the me I thought I needed to......Read the rest...

...she climbed out of a sixties teenage magazine Showing us girls what had rarely been seen a confident woman with neon circles on her breasts a leader who leads us to our own happy nests.......Read the rest...

...Reliving every moment since it started, the good, the bad, the downright pitiful mistakes made by yours truly, wiser with age through the journey of discovery. Sadly, the other bearing the brunt ......Read the rest...

...Read Ted Kooser. Save your egg cartons until you have a fitted stack tall enough to be mistaken for an art project. Melt them down in a bucket of water. See how the float at first, then slowly succum......Read the rest...

...My comic book world and cartoon characters I created a new world with comics. Cartoons were playing with people who magically came to life. The characters are strong for those who commit sin and......Read the rest...

...Upon opening the fridge this morning I found, to my great displeasure, that there was nary an egg to be found. Posthaste I marched down to the corner market, grabbed a carton of fresh, free range eg......Read the rest...

...Foureyes is my name. Seeing everything in the frame, On the left, On the right, Everything is blurry to my sight. Which is good from my perspective, Less definition is my objective. As the vis......Read the rest...

...Being Bob Bob, is just an ordinary guy in every sense of the word. Five ft eight inches tall, a little on the chubby side and has lost most of his hair. No one pays much attention to Bob, that’s j......Read the rest...

...Am I allowed to touch the blue of the magazine? When stars otherwise kiss the somberness of the night? Am I allowed to collect clouds in their ephemeral charm And restore them their delectable del......Read the rest...

...I have always been a fan of Kung Fu and Brue Lee I so wanted to Learn the art and looked around for lessons But although I travelled far and wide I found none not one for me Disheartened that in......Read the rest...

...A hazy full moon sighs As poets search For her beauty Lose it in Syllabic paralysis Stuttered Alliteration Conjures up images Stolen From magazine covers A barn owl Cherishes Her shadows ......Read the rest...