Over My Head Poems - Poems about Over My Head

...Que hablo Diablo? I missed that metaphor; All the smoke and mirrors, crazy like Dead Man’s Curve; Head on crash, it figures; Que hablo Diablo? Your tongue sounds so foreign; It’s way too sed......Read the rest...

... Awesome sunset, silence talks, only the birds' soundtrack on. A huge red sun sinks into the sea, the horizon is the artist painting different pictures to admire. What a magnificent......Read the rest...

...My sleep evaded by the rabble running through my head, I pull about my wrinkled sheets and scuttle out of bed. I sign upon the secret line to enter Poetry Soup, and once again, now......Read the rest...

..." 3. " I have been a stranger in a strange land. " Bible, Exodus 2:22" Home Wanderer Long dusty path Long gone my home Home miles behind Home gone alone Alone I walk Alone I seek Seek new ......Read the rest...

...What is going on in his mind? Sometimes he breaks down and cry, what is going on in his mind? he was a champion before he dies. His strong arms and flexible muscles powered the ball in the hole a......Read the rest...

...Somewhere, deep in a cave, an unknown creature is born. It will open its eyes to the harsh realities to be called ungodly; Yet, through a mother's eyes, it is beautiful in its very design. The way......Read the rest...

...Yesterday, I stroked a horse: I ran my hand along his back And watched his every muscle twitch, So sensitive—what a proud and Ceremonious beast. He held his head Lightly—comfortable, with no f......Read the rest...

...My eyes stare straight, fixated on something in the distance, humming a song that would send chills, if you ever got the chance to listen. A padded cell and a straitjacket, the doctor giving ......Read the rest...

...Sugar Maple was a beautiful tree Just as pretty as a tree can be With a solid and straight trunk so strong And reaching ever up with graceful arms Sugar Maple was enjoying some little fame From ......Read the rest...

...A is an ape who wishes he were a man - why? B is a butterfly who dreamed he was a man - why not? C is the cat who wants to sit in my chair, when he knows I want to sit there. D is the dignified du......Read the rest...

...Poem written for “After the Party, I Woke Up on a Tropical Island” Anoucheka Gangabisson, sponsor 5/26/2024 Poet’s Note: I used a series of &&&&’s to indicate a shi......Read the rest...

...AFTER THE PARTY After the party I awoke on a desert island At least I thought so, with the blinding sun And a view of all those swaying palm trees Well, perhaps it was me who was swaying My he......Read the rest...

...Didn't know it would hurt this much, I wasn't prepared for it. I loved your imperfections and the memories I didn't think I had, flown in abundance and that is what hurt the most. I'm honestl......Read the rest...

...My mind has been spinning, since toxin contamination I have been caught in a web of deception and corruption Searching the landscape, for words to describe this nightmare The toxins sickened my he......Read the rest...

... Written: May 26 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dark, drizzling recesses that pulse and flow. A nebulous haze of nothingness, a sad show. With rasping......Read the rest...