Permission Poems - Poems about Permission

...Can you see my VPL through this dress? Hold on till I look out the window. What you looking at. I’m searching for the spaceship. Is that your idea of a joke. Hey, you’re the one speaking Klingon......Read the rest...

...Every once in a while, I slow down. I don't think I even mean to, but you do something to make me pause. For a moment, I tune out the hustle and bustle, the beautiful chaos that lives in our......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...

...The old fart (alter cocker) shuffle as one fairly long run on sentence unwittingly made locally famous courtesy residents here at Highland Manor Apartments as first one foot and then the oth......Read the rest...

...Your honor, I have a squatter whose lazy as can be, for four years now he's been living Scott free.. He slept away the winter, awoke in late spring. I know I never gave him permission to move in........Read the rest...

...The voice of my ancestors The genesis of mankind never exclude my forefathers Cos they were the beginning from the beginning So i am never alone in this cold world The connection between me ......Read the rest...

...Permission to Pause Permission to Pause Reflect Revise and recheck Permission to take a deep breath We need it Retrieve it Get that ounce of air We all have time to spare Pause w......Read the rest...

...The saddest, maddest children usually find their way to my office. I am the school counselor. They arrive on their own, knocking, or just running in. I always ask if they have permission. Some do......Read the rest...

...I thought that it will be as expected. I thought that everything will be alright. I thought that what people said will make it better. Why must I encounter the things I forbid! Why must I encou......Read the rest...

...Lay in the hammock I look around for the source of the music There's a blackbird taking the credit Though I see he doesn't have a guitar His stage is the neighbours chimney And he's every bit ......Read the rest...

...Gaze into the battling fire - a whisper in savage red, And into the clouds that travel at the blind and cyclic wind's behest. When the murmur within starts to weave its frail thread, Calmly, let y......Read the rest...

...The female world  There is a new low in the Trump hatred  by the political class, a new court case  has turned out to be a titillating show  where a prostitute appears as having the time of her ......Read the rest...

...Attentiveness is the currency of life & to flow it needs your permission It can't flow without you within its wave so, you must control your attention Our observation is a key to the doors of the......Read the rest...

...The flowers are beautiful…and did not ask for my permission to be so.......Read the rest...

...This poem made me feel powerful and less lonely Gave me permission to drag out my own macabre feelings I found myself flying toward brilliance, enjoying “bat on the wing” In a way, I felt this was......Read the rest...