Brooxfullofjazz's Poems

Here's the list of poems submitted by Brooxfullofjazz — There are currently 9 poems total — keep up the great work!

The cape would not fit. A scorching hot July night With words of fear and wit.. I heard him cry from outside. but the cape just wouldn't fit. I floored the living room door.. Anxiety giving me a fit... Legs heavy " just a few feet more.". but the cape just... – *by Brooks Smith.*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
The cape just wouldn't fit. A scorching hot July night With words of fear and wit.. I heard him cry from outside. but the cape just wouldn't fit. I floored the living room door.. Anxiety giving me a fit... Legs heavy " just a few feet more.". but the cape just... – *by Brooks Smith.*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
Carmel Valley Calm Sunday staring across the room. Eye contact caused such an aroused swoon. Black joggers exposed all of her curves. Essential oils provoked such a verve. Nippled gazing like secret search lights. Right through her shirt ready to take... – *by Brooks Smith*	11 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
Hineni Paradoxical breaths of fire and brimstone, Singed nostrils but feeling cold. Burnt sienna Once my skintone, But soon turned to the hue of bone. This path I've traveled times before, Always lost by a map of rune. Saddled tightly ... – *by Brooks Smith*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
Bi-polar Universe Weather mercurial Rearranging, Plans, things and thoughts. Spring hiding winter draining, stuck in a naught. Limbs sub-zero nature callous, the living just confused. Days short nights long, birds negro and bruised. Moon... – *by Brooks Smith*	56 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
Chasing the brown dragon. Mine mood is just a bit o' drab. Hence the need to chase the drag. An opiate pipe might make one sing! Increasing levels of dopamine. A cloud lingers o'er mine head. and feels morose. Cold and dread. The sun hides like moths in cocoons ... – *by Brooks Smith*	9 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Discombobulated Universe Weather mercurial Rearranging Plans, things and thoughts. Spring hiding winter draining stuck in a naught. Limbs cold nature callous The living just Confused. Days short nights long birds black and bruised. Moon dances ... – *by Brooks Smith*	22 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
An Autumn's kiss. She lays still on leaves Staring at the bleak night sky Hoping for... – *by Brooks Smith*	11 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Death did not stop. Tho you may not stop for death , death will stop for you. To dance the dance of Macabre and hand you hymns untrue. But be not scared nor petrified, for the visit won't last long . By the time you blink your weary eyes You'll be on the... – *by Brooks Smith*	7 Views added 2 years ago	Rating