Polished Poems - Poems about Polished

...A needle nose pliers, polished like glass, damp with tears and sweat, but not from rote plumbing leaks, needed a good buffing at the Dust Rag Camp. It slow-waltzed across the street where no one s......Read the rest...

...The brand new cat manicurist was having a fit Her latest client was impossible, her name Miss DeWitt DeWitt would retract her half-polished claws at a crucial time Making even coverage impossible ......Read the rest...

...The delicious aroma circulated As the heat from the oven radiated The stove top warmed As white chocolate chips melted downward Into a candied thick syrupy puree. Thoughts flashed across my ......Read the rest...

...Ocean glass glints; smooth polished gems of discarded debris that hems in flotsam of dreams sharp as flints. Smooth polished gems, ocean glass glints. Soft crested waves kiss my bare feet at e......Read the rest...

...the steady light of a white votive candle reflected and amplified in highly polished brass symbolises devotion talents never to be hidden under a bushel but the secular world isn’t privy to ......Read the rest...

...It's the weekend (Friday night). Lisa and I are hangin’, music’s playing, and we’re rummaging through my suitcase, for an outfit option, for me, tonight. Call it cliché, but we like going out - and g......Read the rest...

...he would have known or suspected that smooth beauty he kissed so often, had a different side that he did not reach, scales that glistened in the darkest of nights, under the lights of distant sta......Read the rest...

...We love all that death touches And so maybe we love in halves We give and yet hold back Because when we hurt We fear the ash, our fire might become The air that will scatter it The wind sw......Read the rest...

...I'll signal to you Come find me in the golden hours I'll see you bathed in the warmest light I'll close my eyes to hear you whisper through the air that surrounds me Open my heart to feel you ta......Read the rest...

...The Raven and the Bard -Daniel Henry Rodgers The Raven's quill drips shades of blackest night, Its haunting words, a melody of fright. The Bard......Read the rest...

...When at dusk are cast by towers tall, Where power thrives, the weak must crawl. A system built on whispered lies, With polished smiles and hidden spies. Beneath the weight of gilded dreams, Th......Read the rest...

...I am a bird in space despite not having my wings depicted I possess strength, speed, and vigor, coupled with delicate beauty. ......Read the rest...

...Carry your heart with me ( I carry it in my heart ) I am never without it Across the seas in the killing fields of France, Bellowing cries, suffering, Man's dying dance, Ceaseless shells rain ......Read the rest...

... My dishwasher is mine; It serves me well. It makes glassware beam high with prisms of delight: forks sing praises minus grit between their prongs. It combats the scorche......Read the rest...

...Skin of Terror - Daniel Henry Rodgers (Lights slowly rise on Michael. His face, etched with worry lines, is illuminated by the faint glow of ......Read the rest...