Stare Poems - Poems about Stare

...I'd rather splash colors all day Write even when I've got nothing to say Listen to the birds chirp outside my window Make snow angels in the imaginary white snow Run as fast as my feet will car......Read the rest...

...Scar tissue, birthmarks, happy times, and grief Corrugate man’s brain, a coral motif Emotions, synapses, signals unknown Grotesque in nature, splits open when stoned Still pictures emerge, fi......Read the rest...

...I’ve decided to have me a seat and tell you what’s on my mind. The following words are original, they are nobody else’s but mine. They may not be very polished, and my grammar might not be just rig......Read the rest...

..."I'm a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which." James A. Owen In a white man's world, I've become an enigma, feeling like I don't belong, trying to break the stigma. In these mental......Read the rest...

...The strawberry moon’s in season; June nights are so sweet a reason let’s be a bit of a heathen; A period of deletion sunlight and stars left uneven; Due to that dark sky’s depletion we bathe in......Read the rest...

... Reflection is a powerful thing, Nothing can stay hidden , As it stares back through your own eyes into the very core of things. It will bring you to your knees. It will strip away all vanit......Read the rest...

... Gossip like holy dung, Tad bargaining ho hung, And getting on mind clung, The rest is all so fine. A sharp stare of her eye, Fuller cheeks dimpled nigh, And biting bitter tongue, The rest ......Read the rest...

...This is my favorite place. They have the best musical taste. And more than that- Outside is a cat. They give him a bowl of water. This is my writing fodder. “A Poet’s Crush.” I act in a rush. ......Read the rest...

......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......Read the rest...

...VERSE 1 We were young and strong, We were only kids when we started striving At 8 I left my parents for friends, together we voiced the streets paving ways for a future we know nothing about Endan......Read the rest...

... It matters not whether I sit, walk, or stand, I feel the cloud of witnesses from the grandstand. I do my best to understand, and I realize that God is always extending his hands, but still, I se......Read the rest...

...Stoic she sits As an oyster lacking a grain of sand No Pearl of Great Price or wisdom to share. Stoic she sits A smile adorns her face while we hold hands, Bere......Read the rest...

... In the dingy light of an antique shop, I rummage through a box of old photographs. A lady’s image holds my eye: I hold her up to a soft light filtered from a nearby window. A scrat......Read the rest...

...I stare at people and know exactly what they're thinking, a good mind reader needs no guessing; everything else is simply drama, find it in a movie, find it in a soap opera. No, Oscar is wait......Read the rest...

...Rubberneckin’ Double D’s Some men seem to live for these Pack a rack and watch the eyes Summing up a super size Curvy cutie’s leggy lank Shoring ......Read the rest...