Problem Is Poems - Poems about Problem Is

...Existence, herein, is like water in an earthen pot. A grit on the problem is enough to bring it to naught. The water in it is cool and as clear as a crystal. Though physically brittle, both within......Read the rest...

... It doesn’t seem possible I tell myself – eleven years already and going on twelve! I suppose I should have a party – a piece of prime beef lit with eleven candles. But he’d never get clo......Read the rest...

...My Granddaughter wrote this a few years ago she is now 16 and since lost her mother when she was 15 at the time and 14 when she wrote this. I think we all will be glad to know that these young people......Read the rest...

...Wicked Love And Clean Desire Cruel and dirty desires, blackened love, broken life You aren’t my life, I am a skilled guy, unclean our love Please, shut me, up and call your gangsters, clear my ......Read the rest...

...Life issues out many difficult trials For in each problem we face, lies a lesson In overcoming, we discover our smiles Accepting what can't change, our stress lessens We're born like ......Read the rest...

... Which way? Which way is the best? There are so many Religion? Prayers? Meditation? Contemplation? Books? Good deeds? Or just believe? Believe and love God? These are good questions. I am think......Read the rest...

...Somehow, all this grit makes me breathe out a wall of glass A prison forming, where I've too much to say but am unable to be heard Too tightly encased to generate the power needed to break out Arm......Read the rest...

...Let's weigh in on all the people out there trying to lose weight The makeup of our bodies we have had a long time to create If it is easy to shed those unwanted pounds the task would be simple to d......Read the rest...

...The problem seeks to end us. To show its fangs. To show its wrath. In the end no blood was spilled. No rips. Nor tears. Only a quite sombre. As the Problem consumes us all.......Read the rest...

...The World we know is ending. There is nothing we can do. There was once but not anymore. The problem is unforgiving. A poem on the world by JCS/Melancolia......Read the rest...

... In fall its leave color browish red and orange Oak tree nature meaning occult Ever think of owning sapplings known as oaklings Oaklings somewhat oak like I have seen Oarfish I certainly  oufgu......Read the rest...

... Life, are you a blessing or a punishment? I'm trying to understand how I'm a slave to the sculpted version of me. A prisoner without chains, upon a path forged with my own hands, feeling li......Read the rest...

...A smile is illicit in this city Where policemen hang their hats On the beaten bodies of little boys And bribes And just not giving a s**t about whoever Whatever It's not their problem Just lea......Read the rest...

...Grooves Move the Room Baby let's keep it simple I'll just make it plain latley you been mooping around out their acting strange I don't knoow if there's a problem only you know what's going......Read the rest...

...(Poem written for "Curtains" Poetry Contest Suzette Richards, sponsor ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Character 1: Maria ......Read the rest...