Secondhand Poems - Poems about Secondhand

...Mr Ragged 2024 The unsteady slow winter moon, trudges towards a freezing night; riding on winds back,of shadows feint, blowing out the days diminishing light, It i......Read the rest...

...Goodbye Nadine Over the last two days I have been thinking about all the times we shared together. I don’t know why I am feeling sad an......Read the rest...

..."Long has My grace been proffered Long has intercession been offered Short is My space for repentance 'On my terms!' frames their resistance 'Tis not I who needs to change Defying My terms wil......Read the rest...

...Sky's lefts bygone when there's not enough clouds For her every color's soul to change in— A motionless mime with no body shroud For singe of sun, pleasure of moon, on skin; No silver lines to jo......Read the rest...

... Scrolling through my Facebook feed I see Wierd Secondhand Finds is having a rather heated debate; Is the figurine male or female? It has antlers and only male deer have antlers! Perhaps it's a......Read the rest...

...The problem with Friday’s Is as I do my emails I forget how to spell Wednesday And all my confidence fails It’s a perplexing condition When you can’t figure out what’s the cost And all your b......Read the rest...

...Hyper vigilant Hyper aware of this body These hands... This heartbeat It is all normal Yet I feel some kind of lingering lurking anxiety An energy...An entity Following me... That thing is m......Read the rest...

...Sackcloth and ashes blood and steel clashes carbon dust burnt at last digging the umber crust sackcloth and ashes lie as time passes into the future it is written on the walls, some......Read the rest...

...The Writer's Book Bag When I looked done, The bags were all around. Scattered on the floor, Obviously bought at a secondhand store. Writers came in and sat down,......Read the rest...

...If I would be known as an advocate Let it be for what’s just and fair, As I see it, telling it right and straight The truth is not in a lot of hot air! In any case, I would much rathe......Read the rest...

...The Perambulate David J Walker (Bach Cello Suite N1 in G Mischa Maisky) What part of me Was lost or Never was I see Refracted reflections In a turbid sky I feel the Dryn......Read the rest...

...Born to create, deceived to consume. We think we are so royal and grand. Brilliant and creative we do assume. In truth a wasteland, at best secondhand. We repeat what has already been had. ......Read the rest...

...I If one evangelizes for God, caution Must never be thrown to the wind In (mission) field, social science education As anthropology says, learn, be kind: Slow to judge, eager to understand Many......Read the rest...

...Turn on the telle watch wives with knives Murder on CCTV, victims lose their lives Turn on the telle, no one write a script There’s a post-mortem in a darkened crypt Cops chasing crims, drunken s......Read the rest...

...Seasonal sea horse and sea lions named Sue Searching for a secluded seat in sea urchin’s seaweed. Secreting secret signs, settling in a sailor’s simple shoe. Securing secondhand seafarers, a sign......Read the rest...