Stale Poems - Poems about Stale

...Submerged in his fanciful palette of feigned perfection his fetid smile suffused through the cold laps of the sun. A lantern of ruffled acquiescence, a maquill......Read the rest...

...I awoke this morning in a reflective state, Considering my life in the Johnston estate, And my trials and tribulations as a mouse, Living, as I am, actually, beneath their house. Cats, bird......Read the rest...

...The Room of the Unrequited By Roger White That evening, stillness permeated the lavender-scented room. Dusk crept through the windows smudged by oily fingers, The day’s twilight left a dull u......Read the rest...

...His chapstick soft lips Distracted me From the perverse taste Of stale cigarettes He inhaled Between every other word But it didn’t Make my sagacious heart Uneasy He was winso......Read the rest...

... "Artificial Iris" Orwell was lurking in the background, somewhere; the dream was eerily familiar, the words and their meanings, read in Syntax, once read between pa......Read the rest...

...THE STENCH OF INSOMNIA narcoleptic deities in charge of the world are tangled and detangled in the threads of time they are sardonic and bitter and out for revenge alien me......Read the rest...

...Clean air has now become a pipe dream. The bleak energy speaks loudly, With a lot of stale and toxic air. Like Jonah in the belly of the whale, People stay choking, choking for fresh......Read the rest...

... I Friend, whatever brought your life to end had no appetite for mouse flesh, nudged your small gray body on its side with a thorough sniff and left your corpse exposed on the asphalt path, ......Read the rest...

...Ella Fitzgerald (1917 – 1996) In the midst of stale fog – Is it day or night? The dimmed dishevelled lights don’t give a bass clef Whilst notes made syncopated love at the bar A tsunami of dis......Read the rest...

...A pair of slave girls waved chamar to thee, As diamonds flashed with light of lamps well lit, A king of kings must have fallen to knee, To strip out bejewelled shoes from thy fair feet, While......Read the rest...

...I speak of peace You call me a war monger I offer you a hand You refuse it for it is empty I share my lunch with you You complain it is not enough I am concerned about the state of my country ......Read the rest...

... Title 3/ Confluence Quote:  Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses. Confucius In the poetic story of my life, I hesitate and ponder 'don't be so obvious,' but whatever I am thinking......Read the rest...

...The Indian elephant I knew of an Indian elephant who worked at a circus on an act where unhappy animals sit up and beg and sad clowns who know they are pathetic dance one day, the elephant ......Read the rest...

...Moon's midriff chequered with light blue letterboxes and legos Carbon-dating the museums of our miniature hands riding the nightingale jukeboxes, Contoured in concertos of glacier nightgowns and ......Read the rest...

...Finally, my blood began to coagulate. Disoriented; from all that’s bleeding through. Trying to grasp the hand of my soulmate; I notice a heart that’s receding too. And now, one heart beats wh......Read the rest...