Scrapings Poems - Poems about Scrapings

...Christmas. Believe the story, the prophet, the myth? Is it all about festivity, excessive drinking and gifts? About family, relatives coming together that otherwise wouldn’t mix? Do you see it a......Read the rest...

...I watched it emerge from out of the fog, monumental in size, a sheer cliff face of steel moving pass me, almost quieter than my breath but for a whispered wake running from its bow. Somethin......Read the rest...

...QUICK EXIT From the kitchen came a very odd smell Menu was in Thai so I couldn't tell Pointed and asked what is that The waiter said its grilled rat Was outta there like a bat outta hel......Read the rest...

..."Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces" John Ruskin 1853 Having lived with our Mom in Sydney for si......Read the rest...

...There "he" stood in front of me, the deep forest behind him framing His ancient face like an emerald halo, the growing dark of dusk getting Deeper by the moment. He was no more than two-and-a-half ......Read the rest...

...Anxious in Ancona (2) The Doge has apportioned a fleet for his use, but is proving an Indian giver. A pope with a navy (and with a screw loose) is no-one’s idea of chopped liver, so Venice, de......Read the rest...

...Embrace The Lines Vitality marks gently stretch your soft skin beyond the wildest dreams of beauty unbound where children had once or thrice embraced your womb the soothing waters cushioning and......Read the rest...

...Antiques He is there, Grandfather Clock like, a throwback to another era. His finely chiseled and polished edges, the scrapings of life, the worn, faded, varnish. His value should hav......Read the rest...

...Little Pigeon River Little Pigeon River’s water lullaby, the flow’s soft percussion against mossy green rounded river rocks, multi-layered, contrapuntal, a faint hiss, tiny scraping......Read the rest...

...Inside scrapings of darkness how restless and doomed, the bellow crashing in like an agonized moon; the tunnel hears blood whooshing in pits full of rain, hurling damn imaginings of her......Read the rest...

...The economic woes that no body knows Pork scratching eaten from scrapings between toes Man must eat What ever the meat No money anything goes *Economic woes......Read the rest...

...May i trade my cards dealt? What do you mean no? Putting aways forgotten feelings felt. Forgetting the pleasures i never got a chance to know. Can i sell back stocked ammunition's? Wha......Read the rest...

...Chalk eaten paper, unrolled on my floor Stiff shoe paperweights holding it still I'm on my belly with green fingertips painting the backdrop for the next scene in life. There will be oceans, for ......Read the rest...