
Left or Right? - PoemZone Poetry Forum
Left or Right – Right or Wrong, Feelings Slight or Feelings Strong. Strapping pants On in this Case, or Something else In their Place. Shoes or Armpits –
How Things Change - PoemZone Poetry Forum
Cancel the reservations, and stop looking wistfully at all the travel brochures. With our luck, we’d likely crash on take off—so let’s just not go there.
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 …
Understanding the World - PoemZone Poetry Forum
Understanding the World 02-01-2015, 09:56 AM Silence is full of sound Little whispers bouncing off the walls Each movement Each glance of the eye Full of them The little whispers Sound is full of secrets …
The Third Silence - PoemZone Poetry Forum
Feb 15, 2022 · What we cannot speak about we must consign to silence. - Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus logico-philosophicus Zen Master stopped the Pupil from speaking “ Silence Has no need of …
A Stained Memory - PoemZone Poetry Forum
Click image for larger version Name: Garage Ceiling Stain.jpg Views: 5 Size: 123.4 KB ID: 445325 Life is Filled with Memories, Come and Go so Cleverly. Some are Good – Some are Bad, Some are …
Awaiting the - PoemZone Poetry Forum
Awaiting the 12-21-2016, 05:48 PM Standing again on the precipice Closer to the edge Than before Lifetime …, Two steps forward One step back Waiting on the wind Standing again on the precipice …
In Remembrance - PoemZone Poetry Forum
I hope that is a good thing The second It is sad to let go - but for me, I can only hope that I give people reason to remember me. Some day I hope my own children will do things purposefully in …
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
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 …