
The Handkerchief - PoemZone Poetry Forum
Jul 17, 2019 · The Handkerchief I walked down the stairs into the bright city street to the store for a brew and a smoke. Huddled in a corner of the smashed landscape was a rubbled human fragment that …
Fargo2 for Grants Attention - PoemZone Poetry Forum
Fargo2 for Grants Attention 08-18-2018, 06:12 AM Wells Fargo Grant, I gave this a two hour rewrite over breakfast and separated the banking reference
To Be a Hero - PoemZone Poetry Forum
What is a hero? Is a hero someone who wears a cape? Or is a hero one who dons the medals of war? Heroes can come in all shapes, sizes, races and species. A
Ivy League Hero - PoemZone Poetry Forum
The deepest green, olivine, ivy claims the apple's frame. Winter clad against the storm, ivy wrapped to keep it warm, yet winter's winds do not abate, spring's benefice still nature waits and apple just must …
satans mate - PoemZone Poetry Forum
Nov 20, 2016 · Called the man from his bed. " Don't cry for me 'cos I'm nearly dead! eighty five years on this mortal coil and sixty of those were hard labour and
Dropped Penny - PoemZone Poetry Forum
Dropped Penny I went to the store today to buy a box of paper clips. After the checkout operator gave me the total amount due I pulled out the money from my pocket. Accidentally a penny fell out of my …
All in a Look - PoemZone Poetry Forum
All in a LookThere are those who are equipped With friends they can talk to.Friends that will listen and wait.And there are those who have friends,Who instead of talking, can see and just knowThose …
in winter - PoemZone Poetry Forum
//there's something about winter //everyone gets sick //i stay inside //watch tv //blow my nose //sit on the couch //and think //why now //there is always
Truth and Reconciliation - PoemZone Poetry Forum
We bare the strife for these, sins of antiquity inalterable inequities. And still the dusted bones can ne'er do rest, until truth be reconciled, lest one
Load And Kill - PoemZone Poetry Forum
Load And Kill 10-28-2019, 11:44 AM Puppet to the trade Slave to the industry Subject to self-decay They pull the strings You pull the trigger, on yourself As the cravings swell Don't care for yourself …