marisa-bordeauxWhisper

American
Sort
A Mortician's RebirthThere was a Mortician I used to know / With a chin of whiskers and sallow teeth / He didn’t comb his graying tresses
26
Aug 13, 2012
BlameIt was you / you who burbled my thoughts / Who coruscated my facets
68
Jan 5, 2015
DemiseClocks rupture / Their willowy hands thaw / Groping for each solemn hour
28
Apr 2, 2012
FireNo matter what I say / or do / There is a wholesome glow
38
Jun 6, 2015
Missing Persons ReportHe was last spotted / With his gnarled hands / making love to his pockets
97
Jun 6, 2015
RedemancyBlood brews / Whiskey thrashes rugged orifices / His garbled speech is stifled
65
Apr 10, 2012
RepetitionA tantalized spirit / Delves into my spine / It dictates my breathing,
22
Mar 21, 2012
Scraps of Eternal RestMy mother never talked about her mother / because she passed on when I was five / and that’s when I learned,
54
Jan 5, 2015
Stumbling ForwardWhen first we met, the winds were brisk / almost bone chilling / The harsh breeze cut loose the leaves
46
Jun 6, 2015
ViolationMy blood is not red anymore / It is not even rufous / It is achromatic
97
Jan 5, 2015
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write