Suiting Poems - Poems about Suiting

...Imagine - trying to be profound I feel it's automatic failure by applying effort That all sounds like a me problem Both with automatic failure And judgements I could have an existential crisis,......Read the rest...

...A cabin sees a creature cool from night of crawl and hunt in all of gravely stone and street in tone of light diffused by wane of moon a toothless gum with tutting tongue clicks her way like bats ......Read the rest...

...“Inspired by a Native American Legend using a story of ‘hunger unfed’ as a metaphor for inner conflict.” ~~~ The Poet.~~~ "The Grandfather spoke in a gentle voice, calm and clear, As he des......Read the rest...

..."Decide what is style and what is meaning" A Room of One's Own, Virginia Woolf I quite like turning left at a roundabout It takes the chaos out of life No chance of off track And it really do......Read the rest...

..."Suiting myself", weird expression Giving the totally wrong impression I wouldn't select me to take off the shelf Weird expression, "suiting myself" "Do what I want", is that a choice If I'm d......Read the rest...

...A vast multitude adorn in dregs purloining, Fashionable filth clocked with piety, Showmanship on sacred alters, Multitude of compromised public orators. Fair formalities of professors void of......Read the rest...

...Invincible craving for the relish from home, Laughter in deep dimples sets as lava, seats silently with desires. Mother’s medicines rejuvenate, Food, Bring them from Africa. Especially from M......Read the rest...

...She’s into sushi and sapiosexuals, Yogis with crystals, and vain intellectuals. Just a flutter-by wisp with a thin portmanteau, Who doesn’t believe what she’d rather not know. Her porcelain feat......Read the rest...

...It is not our way To reap from another’s sweat It is not of the blackman’s norm To call the breeze a storm. You see when the elders sit They can see far ahead of the youth that stands atop th......Read the rest...

...The sight of her was like a thunder bolt Her smile was a suiting balm The words on lips embordered wisdom If I was a king she would own my kingdom I wish i knew her name Or take her home Sha......Read the rest...

...Mine color is red, Your color is yellow, It's a matter of complexion so true. Mine favorite is black, Your suiting is white, It's a matter of tradition so true. Mine room is pink, Your roo......Read the rest...

...Catha’s hair glistened in the Celtic way Druids would have worshipped her A sprinkle of cinnamon on her arms Her face pixie-like and heart shaped People fell in love with her Scottish, Irish and......Read the rest...

...secret flowers hidden in my chest ever day I wake up to do my best the prayers of yesterday still linger on my distracted, rolling fingers a sacral image tattooed with Grace etched......Read the rest...

... Crippled You think too much on something and the only thing you'll see forth, is all the negativity You look at yourself too long and you begin to see all your......Read the rest...

...love is not the tale of the cross; dark diction callous clichés draw, la-de-da limping of thorn-theme, snapping at cum renting spun spree love has never been an excuse; taunted track punctured......Read the rest...