Finger Poems - Poems about Finger

...I feel ripped off. Here I am writing, with a band-aid wrapped around my finger and my nose running, I'm sick. I can't go to school. I'm missing a day and somehow there are always gaps. What was t......Read the rest...

...I'm not emotional about poetry to call it a 'crush' Sometimes I get ideas, but hardly ever in a rush to write them down like I have a bee in my bonnet I'm not prone to compose a Shakespearian Sonn......Read the rest...

...Shooting bottle caps, ring finger off thumb. And a little cake - the two breaks in half, fixed with melting wax and lighter. Light years of 22 in impromptu breakfast party then the boy...Read the rest...

...Katie was upset because she lived far away Her job was lousy, she had no money for a rainy day She asked her brother Rich for money but he said “sorry, no”. Her mother had to die without her, for ......Read the rest...

...Katie was upset because she lived far away Her job was lousy, she had no money for a rainy day She asked her brother Rich for money but he said “sorry, no”. Her mother had to die without her, for ......Read the rest...

...Igniting pain retrieving the chemical imbalance in my brain soft tissue itched my frontal lobe leaned over my forehead as my temporal lobe offered little comfort in cognitive skills my optic ......Read the rest...

...The back of my neck hurts. My finger is cramped around the pencil. My eyes face paper full of number. Whenever I try to measure the line, my vision sees double, it sees the line twice. The numb......Read the rest...

... B’rrrrr Miracle Man 5/22/2024 I’ve always survived in cold winter’s throes, generally by putting on more layered clothes. no frost bit finger, for I didn’t linger, I protected my......Read the rest...

...if I lie, will you believe me? what if I don't, will you believe me? what must I do for you to believe me? what must I say for you to believe me? what do you believe? what you see or what you ......Read the rest...

...how was school for you back in the day, Grandma? Well, I could barely read my own writing The wagon wheels hit every single bump along the Oregon trail. Why didn’t you ride in a car or a truck? He......Read the rest...

...What say you naive with all your poultice, foolish fervor to your reverie!?” “Mark me damned but you better hope I die,” otherwise I’ll be peeling your hide, ......Read the rest...

... Pigeons were a mans best friend, A gift from the sky. We lured them from fields with large oaks, To artificial nests to suit our needs. We spoiled and pampered them, Using those gifts as c......Read the rest...

...Noble northern lights illuminate the nocturnal sky (a gift from the Solar Kingdom) an extreme G5 s*T*o*R*m hammers a little blue globe BLISSfully violent yellow god-star ......Read the rest...

...After numerous threats on our lives after the domestic violence with my abuser after I returned from Tampa testifying in a murder trial I was finally healing several therapist home visits my......Read the rest...

...I was 16. I already hated this room. I would wipe my finger across the table with magazines. Expecting dust, but it was clean. I wondered if someone cleaned it at night. At night, I’d be sad. A......Read the rest...