Sores Poems - Poems about Sores

ribbon of highway gleams far into the future today squints... can’t see ...Read the rest...

I saw blue memoirs fell from momma's eyes, as she looked into my brown retinas. Swiftly she removed my medicated glasses, a dominant gene I carved out from papa's bottled eyes. "Oh! sorry D!,"...Read the rest...

poetry scents a: sensor no sensor sense or no sense or sense soar no sense soar sense sore no sense sore sense ore no sense ore but scent sore censors send sore sense or no sense ore stan sand...Read the rest...

Three days of brutal angry pain has changed her Eighty-two hours of pain She is joyless now Irritation and meanness, Gritting of the teeth Feeling mean, everything hurts She just got a Charley Horse in her leg Old age is killing...Read the rest...

Maria, oh Maria, wherefore art thou Be sworn my love, my passion sores(?) like a swallow Very poetic eh? Amazing you say? Received the OBE, sent is back coz in awards I wallow...Read the rest...

I've had so many knock knocks My life feels like a joke Speedbumps then roadblocks Drown in tears I choke Down, I'm nearly broke. The molten iron burns, show I slipped so low A golden sunburn, those blisters on my toe When...Read the rest...

He spends one more day in his bed. To-do-lists run all ‘round his head. Noon came and then passed, he’s still on his ass. A hard day of work, he most dreads! “If man had created man, he’d be ashamed...Read the rest...

The love crawling through my blood, Sending vibrant waves like a flood. Digging deeper, As our love grows steeper. The beat to my heart, Growing off your chart. As the lines go farther, I plead for remorse to not bother. As I drawl...Read the rest...

I am a coward with open sores. I write and wonder who it bores. I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly. I see others carrying out my dreams; that’s what’s defeated me. I am...Read the rest...

So many times before I have claimed to know. These things now form sores. Life was so simply a tour: Look at the sun; look at the snow. So many times before. Now life can be called a bore: At 5:45 will...Read the rest...