Hung Over Poems - Poems about Hung Over

...As I heal I think about what I feel What I wish to do So much I have been through I face a future A dream that I need to nurture Never before have I had that door To open. I was hoping ......Read the rest...

...The yellow plastic swing once hung From branches on a tree And we would push our daughter there, Not knowing what would be. For when a baby’s young, the future’s Filled with hope and dreams, ......Read the rest...

...Diaries left open and letters framed, chronological ink waving from a horizon, gone. Clothes hung to recreate a wedding, a dance, a touch – enclosed in glass cases to trap the scent inside. Th......Read the rest...

...Memorial Day – 2024... origin of holiday Strong and brave men and women gave their level best crème de la crème strongest and bravest leaving grieving significant others with emotional ago......Read the rest...

... I am Lilith, like a ghost pipe under oak shadows of Tomorrow River Valley hiding in-between hours, roots sipping moonlit juice borrowed from Eden, a deception of men ascending into the hollow o......Read the rest...

...Ripples of gawk and gaze splendour, at one’s fingertips eternally, cornucopia an instant dream float, golden gust garner without rein, indulgent Pysche extract from nirvana, but voyage of the qu......Read the rest...

...An outcome more preferable than becoming a slave. Peace beyond dreaming on the way to my grave. Accused and found guilty, I was not remanded. Inflicting retributive punishment is what I was handed......Read the rest...

...A tattooed cross hung agonizingly there Dangling lazily from her apple tree Pleading with me to save her soul For she is lost in lust. She urged me to carry on To quickly get the act done. He......Read the rest...

...I painted portraits of you in my heart till' dark clouds allowed pouring rain to fall washed away paintings hung that fell apart to leave my heart's chamber an empty hall my love for you held por......Read the rest...

...Memories of a bleak childhood haunted him ever and anon. Whenever he thinks of that dark day, a thousand blades cut through him. Shocked by the ferocity of that memory, his mind still goes insane. ......Read the rest...

...His mittens were hung on his tiny hall tree It was next to his bed, with a quilt from Aunt Fee He knew Santa would find him, he always had hope Santa is not real someone said. Don’t be a dope! ......Read the rest...

...Cassock dance  The heaven hangs low today, just above the spire of the village church, which is closed since the priest hung himself  in the vestry. He drank, you see lifted his cassock and d......Read the rest...

... I was one of the cool set, navy blue duffle coat, scarf around my neck, seated at a table in Pepe's Coffee Lounge discussing Baudelaire and T.S. Eliot and the demise of the political elites......Read the rest...

... Chained to the wall with a necklace of silver Hung out to dry on the first rainy day Push comes to shove, it's been waiting forever Here at the end, I've got something to say ......Read the rest...

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