Crouching Poems - Poems about Crouching

...At dawn still young a grey-throat on a bough Nearby rests on branch swaying in the wind, To and fro, from inside to edge nigh low, To call her companion, to just unwind? Crouching and bending, to......Read the rest...

...While my head slumps low, on both crouching knees, my meek soul doesn't know, rhyme nor reason seize, on both crouching knees, while my head slumps low, rhyme nor reason seize, my meek......Read the rest...

...Line of Inquiry “I wasn’t sure what it was he said but it meant a lot to me.” When there was still daylight lingering, And the wind was upon the leaves, And every leaf trembled at its touch, O......Read the rest...

...Surrender to sleep at last! What a misery, keeping watch all night, wide awake. Soon you’ll succumb to sleep and escape all your troubles. Sleep. — Homer, translation by Michael R. Burch Passage h......Read the rest...

...“Know your value. Confidence breeds success. Act like the person you want to become, and people will start seeing you as that person.” -Mark M. Ford Despite the circumstances......Read the rest...

...Headphones cup his ears Like a sanctuary, a secret cave Here he can hide , he is safe Crouching behind the sofa He hears raised voices Muffled shouts, words become clubs His mother is cryi......Read the rest...

...Homer translations Surrender to sleep at last! What an ordeal, keeping watch all night, wide awake. Soon you’ll succumb to sleep and escape all your troubles. Sleep. — Homer, translation by Michae......Read the rest...

...(the first day of March) Am I as lonely as that cloud? I kneel this early time of day. The traffic’s quite thin now, not loud, while I am crouching, seem to pray! St David’s Day is here, wit......Read the rest...

...Flock Plus One Crouching among a gaggle of dabbling Canadian geese, a brown skinned child pushes back long black hair, intent on building a tidal pool of which he can be King. Extending a ridi......Read the rest...

...That night, in a strange place I was like a fly Circling a street light Reeling…Reeling! I felt so alone Fear wrenched my throat Couldn’t predict When I would be charred to death I ......Read the rest...

... We wander through so many gardens, doting robins, ignoring the crows. Our personal oasis is an unfinished poem. Plastic flowers may last longer, but their dead scent, cannot compare to freesia ......Read the rest...

...Made in God’s image, we are living light, deep truth scriptures affirm time and again but since ego has clouded inner sight, lustful desires have not been to rest lain, so we dwell in darkness, c......Read the rest...

...Sooty black and thin boned, velvet almost, but stringy. Hard to define the shape of a hissing cat that was so soon alive and kicking, but now lies dead on my neighbor's lawn. I would watch i......Read the rest...

...After stepping out of the forest river, the jaguar’s dripping. So subtle, the drops, so clear, they nearly disappear. The painting looks real, but the frame is too s......Read the rest...

...I took a walk with my father, We went some miles and stopped, He looked up at the sky, I knew it was yet another tale, He told me to look up, What does he have to say this time? A question ......Read the rest...