Gry Poems - Poems about Gry

...P S IT’S POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 9 Many thanks to you selected poets; Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters and each ......Read the rest...

...Ignore the words the writer poured all over see the white sheet underneath wailing at you tearing up your interpretation of something so simple as dried ink. © Gry W Christensen......Read the rest...

...SORRY wen i read an innocent girl raped for the sake of an old mans lust lump in my throat then i sob wen they drop bombs on armless kids in distant places in the pretext of patriotism but to a......Read the rest...

...again this silence between me and myself suffocating in this room everything is and everything isn't I hear somewhere a thought breaking. © Gry W Christensen......Read the rest...

...That look of yours that wearily slides down from the corners of your eyes that come to rest on your collar bones How I wish I could take the sadness away wipe out those years smooth out......Read the rest...

...Sometimes I long for that room inside of me that will pull me in from the threshold of myself © Gry W Christensen......Read the rest...

...for all that I am is in this mirror shifty shades and shadows fogs of breath on the glossy surface and my eyes; tired of seeing the traces of me outside the frame. © Gry W Christen......Read the rest...

...There is a life behind the mirror beyond my features beyond my skin where a soul is sliding along a beating heart. © Gry W Christensen......Read the rest...

...I Speak To You I Am An- Gry At You Could We Talk La- Ter Be- Cause You Hurt Me With Words I Cuss And I Am So... so... So- Rry... I Am Ig- Nor- Ant and Sel- f......Read the rest...

...I brew sunsets in teapots I drink the dawn from a mug and in my bicycle basket I have seduction in a jug so now and then I take someone clean shaven home to my obliging bed when I guess I should ......Read the rest...

...When In Paris I think I see you lost under some umbrella and in my imagination I am so lonely here I stop on sidewalks and let my keys slip to the ground with my address engraved I wal......Read the rest...

...Sometimes when the night crawls upon me I go out to look at the people who's faces have slipped out of their contours slid down to rest on collars features dripping down on the ash grey ......Read the rest...

...nothing came to me today not a word not a scent nothing new or exotic nothing old or worn no lonely lingering feeling flooding over the paper no sad tormented wave washing up letters nor t......Read the rest...

...Sometimes I forget his name there are cavities in love too dark gaps in the cracking heart where aching doubt and memories pulsate. © Gry W Christensen......Read the rest...

...1. they say everything here is somewhere in the middle of the road where names get bleached and keys forget about their doors and there is something we should dig our coated nails into; the lay......Read the rest...