Inhale Poems - Poems about Inhale

...An outcome more preferable than becoming a slave. Peace beyond dreaming on the way to my grave. Accused and found guilty, I was not remanded. Inflicting retributive punishment is what I was handed......Read the rest...

... There was no purpose or plan No mentor took me by the hand I never knew 'if', 'what', or 'how'. But I know why I became a poet. To gaze upon an entity To observe a person To listen to sou......Read the rest...

...Pristine walls surround me, as the beeping hurts my ears. My vision blurs once more, and within moments I'm wheeled somewhere I can only describe as deafening. A young girl around my age scream......Read the rest...

...Gotta Love Alliteration 5-21-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gracious Grace Endless effervescence of grace, In riots of radiance, infected by innocence, Seeks out the heart......Read the rest...

...It's hard to speak when my mind uses experience and thoughts as a whip The sleepless nights I've created for myself and others I can't omit I can close my eyes to imagine grassy fields but I know t......Read the rest...

...New day spring has sprung prequel before cleansing Father so cleanses the air evaporated wet air rain With raindrops of cooling rain this thing falls we thank Him Advance for sunshine as ......Read the rest...

...Before my first kiss or chivalrous embrace A throbbing pulse in my heart started to race Sweetly my love for you began to grow Knickerbockers I love to watch and I never miss The Lake Show ......Read the rest...

...“It does not matter if you are a rose or a lotus or a marigold. What matters is you are flowering.” Rajnesh Placed 10th in: Admire a Summer Flower Poetry Contest Sponsored by Jay Narain ......Read the rest...

...Each letter is one of the wildflowers; On perfumed paper a love note written as if dipped in such delicate language; A universal unspoken language that motley scent of wildflowers; The most a......Read the rest...

...Moments mirror slow-motioned silhouettes, suspended in the still of trickling time. Your hands have yet to feel me, though I've never felt so touched. Tangled in the tensio......Read the rest...

... Written: May 13, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We saunter, obsessed, under the alabaster, In gloomy hours, a melodic whisper fills the air. The setting sun......Read the rest...

... (inhale) aim, undetermined ... what purpose do I serve? what is poetry’s primal essence?!? my words only cover pages that ghost the spaces of better intention ... that garland upon my bro......Read the rest...

...I see the way your body dances through the halls of our home, how dirty you are. dirty little girl. My teacher said this is not what we do. Mom tells me this is bad. They’re wrong. Beautiful girls ......Read the rest...

...I wish I wouldn't be defined my hurt. Ecounter my parents infront of doors would be welcoming, doing the socks of my father in right order wouldn't feel like needing to solve mathematics without a......Read the rest...

...I like my soup hot, fresh, cold but bone broth is the basis for what makes soup, soup. Not stones. Stones have no nutritional value. Throw me a bone and I’ll put in my soup. All alone. By itself,......Read the rest...