Half Poems - Poems about Half

...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...

...AFTER THE PARTY We had a wild beach party, Far into the night. The beer was flowing freely, Then, as it was getting light, I found an old wine bottle, Half buried in the san......Read the rest...

... The child smiled and asked me how many years of my life had gone by. She stared into my eyes and saw my crooked smile. I found it beautiful to be asked such a question by such sincere yet innocen......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I think of aprons, I immediately visualize the aprons that were attached to meaningful times in my life, like the little apron that Grammy sewed for m......Read the rest...

...Bow to the partner in the corner Hey, this dance ain't nothin' but torture! Heads lean left and circle to a line Guzzle down that old moonshine! Roll away to a half sashay Get down on your k......Read the rest...

...Three hours to the rooster's clock Staring at the pile of blue ticks of yester-hours Staring so hard, as to discover the colour blue Wondering if it was him or you? Three hours after Still ......Read the rest...

...I believe in what’s seen and unseen Thee unseen terror attack on private personal information carried out after several attempts on my life Gargano Jay Townsend Johnson Henry Catrina Bell Donaldson T......Read the rest...

...If I should write a poem, my last, Before the frosty morn', My cause would be the dignity, Of those we choose to scorn. The legacy of those who live, Is more than who they link, The blessed r......Read the rest...

...It’s 1:25 why oh why Am I up at this hour Did the phone ring Or was it a denim dream Planted in mind like green flower Earlier today was only half awake Was fatigued and really annoyed Not......Read the rest...

...Daemons within gray matter of this male run amuck... hence yours truly (me) seeks mental health services without any luck even after reading Scripture from my namesake who exuded pluck afte......Read the rest...

...There was this little train in Queensland Quilpie Flyer was the name Ran from Charleville to Quilpie Made it every day the same It was the Daily Mail Train With a carriage at the back Taking ......Read the rest...

... My mind is the home of a thousand rooms: some bright and appealing where beauty blooms; some crowded with fragmented memories like pieces of puzzles adrift on the breeze. A few harbor half-......Read the rest...

... Let the Fallen Angels blow their horns! You must be Putin me on! What kind of con game is this? What is our country coming to . . . trying and convicting a former President. What utter......Read the rest...

... Am I still blue? Or gray or warm belly red? On the day when the sun set the hottest And loving fish were soaring from riversides To set sail over the violent sky again - Am I still sore of s......Read the rest...

...If I could no longer write poetry, I'd have no need of hands, nor eyes weary from weeping, a heart that lies broken, and a soul dead from mourning. ~ by poet I heard the fai......Read the rest...