Poems from kingram
What if
The ghost of doubt kindles a wildfire in my mind. The flame feeds on each discouraging thought as it consumes my body.
I can't
Let...
Bombing InquiryThe Ghost of Gun ControlWeaken a President.No Humor in Terror.Democrats, Dragons or Drones?Lost Every DayBeyond FearBroken...
He can Visualize miles of destruction from cities away,
Hear the faint calls for a hero,
Feel the pain of each survivor,
Taste the salty...
Anger is the mishap of rage that sits on your heart until it contracts, an off beat
Words are the everlasting scratching that express...
I can see the golden yellow crown
Upon a woman whose skin shines black.
An eloquent white silk gown
That drapes down
From her shoulders to...