At This Stage Poems - Poems about At This Stage

...All are lunatics, but he who analyses his delusion is called a philosopher.” Ambrose Bierce Delusion In youthful......Read the rest...

...Beneath the sprawling blush of dawn, our feet became one with the sands of Kiawah Island, grains glistening like scattered stars, each a tiny sunburst caught in the curl of the earth. We danced un......Read the rest...

...concentrate on periphery it's less dangerous or slippery edges blur, focus soften don't question reality so often frame the answer that you avoid then let thinking slide so not destroyed ......Read the rest...

...Q: Besides the anti-Christ's unholy spirit of deception that is ever increasingly becoming more prevalent during the end times closure of God's church age of grace. What is another e......Read the rest...

...D.R.A.K.E (Don't Rap Against Kendrick Ever) In this rap game, verses serve as creed, Whispers echo in alleys, a solemn vow to heed: D.R.A.K.E., a cardinal rule, carved in sonic stone, "Don......Read the rest...

...Lay in the hammock I look around for the source of the music There's a blackbird taking the credit Though I see he doesn't have a guitar His stage is the neighbours chimney And he's every bit ......Read the rest...

...The anxious crowd Gathers Slowly anticipating The grand opening A bud trembles Dew drops shiver A late sun Unlocks the stage door A gentle hum builds Slowly petal fingers open To unheard......Read the rest...

...The anxious crowd Gathers Slowly anticipating The grand opening A bud trembles Dew drops shiver A late sun Unlocks the stage door A gentle hum builds Slowly Petal fingers open To unhea......Read the rest...

... When I was younger and thought of old age Thought we all became senile at this elderly stage It appears I was wrong, I can still go potty And able to dress this tired old body Try......Read the rest...

...Written By: D. Collins 5/9/24 A triple-knee crack and a hip not ready to move. Are signs an OG (old guy) should hand over his tools. <......Read the rest...

... The wind blows, wails and cries Her strength, her rage, on an upward rise The sky that was clear now is black Her vengeance, her fury unfolds to attack. Lands tremble, crack and bends Destro......Read the rest...

...He’s late-stage Charles Bukowski, Hunching gnome-like over the bar, With weary eyes, and scruffy stubble. It’s sure he must have seen some trouble. But he’s got plenty of cash in his pockets, A......Read the rest...

...Doubts all over rage, none to hail for help, To lug own luggage, whom to hail for help? Lost hast man his sage, ever keen to help, And nurtured savage, whom to hail for help? If man’s lost ou......Read the rest...

...Born in December on a cold winter’s day I was baptised a Christian without any say My life given direction before I could walk A school then chosen before I could talk I went through communion ......Read the rest...

...Listen to the sound of my fading link and a dying breath Our poems are more than just words That's the world we live in are more than walls with doors that we need to walk through , Life is a ......Read the rest...