Ing Poems - Poems about Ing

In this ing world of false smiles and obligatory happiness, I am the drunkard who refuses to wash his brain with cheap optimism. I let the wave of filth flood over me, soaking my broken shoes and...Read the rest...

Written by Gail Debole November 26, 2024 Adding "ing" to nouns has taken over the town. English Traditionalists - turn your frowns upside down. "Being an adult" is now one word. We are all "adulting" or haven't you heard? So I...Read the rest...

Eyes obstructed, where miles go So important, who we kill intentionally Even ourselves, risk to injury To death do we die desire In our own mind silent misery Living a life we take, if not...Read the rest...

"flicker ing flicker" wait for the dancing candle can dance if you want it to but ... .. ....Read the rest...

The muddy water creek-ing along pines meandering, windless scene absurd, acerbic, honed. ...Read the rest...

Ground zero?? Zero tolerance?? Carbon zero?? Zero vision?? A catchisam of the green-religion?? You don't need a passport.!! Not if you've been Max-xed.! To stay in your country, district, flat!! Or to enter.!! From wherever! Oh so strange?? In...Read the rest...

My soul has been burning as though what used to flow through me has dripped to a close, A dry spout without any where to go. Without that wet, raw power flowing through my veins, without any heart to pump it, It...Read the rest...

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It’s a beautiful day, like a hole in perpetual winter. We rode bikes around campus - everyone was out. When it’s cold I just go place to place but today reminded me that outdoors can...Read the rest...

I A day, a blessing, misshapen Careless words, good deeds overtaken You rise, we rise: building on the trough Cresting arrested; environment looks tough We cannot fall further, sink lower We remain connected, no matter the matter Mother and child, ocean &...Read the rest...

I The You that tells various organs to start, end, adjust secretions, and your lungs to do respiration while you sleep ... will easily join SPACE where it all is ( where it's at!) II You and...Read the rest...

Our earth rotates with a wobbly spin.. could that be Indicative of the presence of sin? Not perfect yet living Maybe that's so.? yet here's another truth many won't know' A ball of Release was created and run...Read the rest...

I Wolves howl, wonderfully if eerily, as winds - Under the weather when weather is artic One least expects this clime in the tropics His tin roof resists, rattles, reverberates Wrapping a cloak more tightly, he falls to his...Read the rest...

My back’s in the sun with a ring-a-ling-ding Have to admit I am doing my thing I sit outside with couch, but no vase of Ming The dog and cat are here, bringing me bling I hear a cardinal...Read the rest...

Morning to give it’s ending Ing....thing Evening to bring Evening to give it’s ending Ing....thing Morning to bring...Read the rest...