Week Poems - Poems about Week

...My eyes stare straight, fixated on something in the distance, humming a song that would send chills, if you ever got the chance to listen. A padded cell and a straitjacket, the doctor giving ......Read the rest...

...This scribble has nothing to do with the famous song of Simon and Garfunkel. It's just a story I invented. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I bought a cottage in the middle......Read the rest...

...Poem written for “After the Party, I Woke Up on a Tropical Island” Anoucheka Gangabisson, sponsor 5/26/2024 Poet’s Note: I used a series of &&&&’s to indicate a shi......Read the rest...

...The pink lilies cluster together as if they were in a hug tall and gallant posed they are breathtaking beautiful with a friendly yellow stigma and rusty red filament lively colors that brighten th......Read the rest...

...A peaceful cemetery, silent world, shiny existence, sweet death, restful dead I love the feelings of cemeteries, everybody is friends, and I really love them Living death, yes death is lives, lives......Read the rest...

...Run to the box office and pick up the musical score, run to the box office the patrons are flooding the floors; you need more chairs to fill the open space, you need extra security guards at the door......Read the rest...

... Holidaying in the Dominican for a week Will sure do wonders for my psyche Appreciating what we have and a whole lot more Aside from the absolutely gorgeous All-inclusive resort we'll ......Read the rest...

... Most of my morning walks begin in silence…it’s just me and thoughts I turn into words. but for a week, now, when I reach a particular tree I’m greeted by the song of a mockingbird. Her song, wh......Read the rest...

...If I was a crow, I would get more respect the bunny said. He used his creativity, imagination, and his marvelous head. Put together a beak and wore it around for a week. But could not caw, so his ......Read the rest...

... First Part: All I see are my toes! A constant burning and stinging sensation under this weighted plaster cast has got me bedridden. The cast is made out of plaster and is white in color that is st......Read the rest...

...You got me flowers last week, The petals started to wilt and fall yesterday, –So I carefully glued them back on. Despite my best efforts, they continued to die. No amount of love and care can ke......Read the rest...

...I hate authors writing these huge books. Still I love reading them. But when I start a sentence I need to think visually what happend so I understand what even happends. After a week, I'll forget ......Read the rest...

...And when I am in the rollercoaster again, staying awake at sunday because I haven't seen the YouTube Video, but on monday as I Touch the bed fall asleep, suddenly my phone doesn't work and awakes m......Read the rest...

...Today's Mother's Day Cafe closed, I scream. Going bonkers place to place wheelchair bound. To irked to do whatnot I let off steam , Saturday, same crap. I wheelchair around. Last week Cafe close......Read the rest...

...A fellow poet says don’t start a poem with looking out the window but I am— I am looking out the window to see the lawn outside my window has grown. A neighbor says there are too many ......Read the rest...