Tape Poems - Poems about Tape

......We are magnolia'd memories, we are the four, and there are no words to salve what we saw. Now paint-petals flake and snowdrift the floor and spiderweb doilies soak up the soiling. We saw two s......Read the rest...

...So you don't like me right? But I liked you, like I did really really much But I don't I am not allowed to say love yet I should've known you you know so it's okay Like you knew that I made it ob......Read the rest...

...As years have passed and I’ve amassed More tools than I know I need, I have to stress that I’m impressed with The roles and goals they fulfill. I love the hours with power tools And hand-held ......Read the rest...

...I can almost smell the fresh paint. That isn't possible however. That scent was almost 19 years ago… Butter Yellow was the name on the sample card. Rocking chair. Tiny pink booties. Stickers hide ......Read the rest...

...I am going to scream That there is too much injustice In our streets. The Police, These days, are not there for Justice, For all citizens in our cities. I am going to scream That there is too ......Read the rest...

...some days, i wish i liked my reflection. i wish that i didn't hesitate when saying my name, afraid of that a look will make me take it back. i wish i my name didn't feel like an alias, that i di......Read the rest...

...GREEN MEANING As I walk deep into the forest of poetic lines There’s signs of pretension and misplaced pride Pushing aside branches that are hanging low Each row of leaves like bristling green ......Read the rest...

...Gravity is the enemy… It holds me down. It keeps my soul from flying, knocks me to the ground. And struggling against the force will only hurt And yet I cannot stay here, face down in the dirt. ......Read the rest...

...I'm currently 13 and the only thing that makes sense is sadness So, to cope I like to hear melodies caress my ears because I'm too damaged to hug myself Then I'll let my pen tell stories of love an......Read the rest...

...Zenith swirls of black rose petals, burst into a flock of circling crows, descending ash and rain on my frozen form. Viscera and scarlet pools flash, feet running of a child, car screeching ti......Read the rest...

...Promise me your hands will reach out Resilient attachment starts in childhood When the brain has colic outside the womb A mother’s unconditional love soothes worries When a birthday missed slices......Read the rest...

...This happened last Fall, during Thanksgiving break. Lisa and I were at the MET (The Metropolitan Museum of Art), with her family, at an exhibit of Art Deco sculpture. Lisa and I came out of a gall......Read the rest...

...If you’ve read any of my delicious, hand-crafted vignettes and listened to us talk, you’ll know that my roommates and I are critical thinking swifties who spend hour after hour talking about anything......Read the rest...

...Me very late mum, a funereal day... courtesy latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian, sexagenarian, and Unitarian son and modest mastermind maven maverick. Another anniversary of her death occ......Read the rest...

...I ripped the curtain from the window to have a good view of what was transpiring outside, someone must have fallen from the roof top and lay dead on the road side, a little crowd had gathered around ......Read the rest...