Damp Poems - Poems about Damp

...Leave all your sadness on my doorstep, To sit with me, weary as a shadow, When you stealthily slip in your dear memory in the night, And let my tears collect, pearls on the damp face of time. Let......Read the rest...

...What’s a homeland, I don’t know Sounds a bit too much symbolic I’ve got no land of my own So it turns out hyperbolic This home concept is not real Could be my imagination Sort of melancholy......Read the rest...

...A walk on clouds above the rain By her side, there is no pain There is no past, only today Every second is holiday On bed of roses we douse in wine Oh! Her love, so dear divine It's lik......Read the rest...

... In a garden, where light dances ‘pon the trees Privet hedge’s blossoms perfume the cool damp air A secret room inside holds lovers’ decree Whispers of promises, love beyond ......Read the rest...

...Lay you down and rest your head There are lots of days ahead Take not much of life's pressure Health for one is the greatest treasure Think not much of foul winds around For, all too soon......Read the rest...

...Here I stand before the scorching sun Braving heat is not fun It takes courage to face the heat That rouses the surge in my heartbeat Another day, another time To brave the world full of ......Read the rest...

...Take a battering ram to the other side The recoil will do me harm A knife and spoon will suffice Break the gates violently with arms It will seal itself again and entice It will swallow ......Read the rest...

...As I was set to go out on my horse One eve, despite pleads to stay from my course, Prone I was to take my hat from the rack, A whirlwind crested from the dusty tract, Lifting dead leaves from......Read the rest...

... It was easy in the end, to get up and go out into the garden and feel the patched sunlight shine and blink upon my face, take in the crisp smell of damp earth and leaf left after the rain. ......Read the rest...

...The Garden Womb She is not virginal Not unused Not pure Being ancient and of old, Inevitably, Been touched before. Many years a widow, She is a lonesome, barren land. So many pa......Read the rest...

...Banks did not burst, just a dribbling bladder of river leaked into our back yards. It drooled over damp roots, seeped into groundhog holes, into ditches, where winter debris had already washe......Read the rest...

...I am a solo sock mismatched again, Insouciantly sorted out by men. I’m worn and torn, my shelf life so unfair - Old sole cast off without my perfect pair. My oxygen runs low in dampened h......Read the rest...

...The fog has not yet lifted from the enclave. The candyfloss glow of the sun suspended above the horizon of the valley in the Jock of the Bushveld Concervancy where I have made my new home reflects on......Read the rest...

...I lie against the rigged walls of a deep-rooted oak tree As it waits patiently for my fingers to traverse its abundant layers of bark. The glassy sap oozes aimlessly between the withered crevasses,......Read the rest...

...n icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night. This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.......Read the rest...