Days Poems - Poems about Days

...Since English language my mother tongue, no surprise... etymology encurtains, encompasses, and encapsulates healthy fixation why I can spend countless hours engrossed with printed material cou......Read the rest...

...Dad either way always says: ,,Crying brings you nothing" So why do you cry mom? To show me you are sorry? That I still don't know how to close my shoelaces and how to read fluently? When you c......Read the rest...

...Search sea to sea and land to land But the girl for me is in my hand If only I could show her now How much I love her with a vow A sunset waits for us somewhere I wouldn't have to meet her th......Read the rest...

... I never thought I'd turn into a flower, supine, looking at the sky, sometimes vibrant, but so fragile - with an innocent vulnerable rainbow heart. My eyes gaze at timeless horizons, resemb......Read the rest...

...But I really want. I remember in midnight, when I placed the book near my head and slept deep in tears. ,,We found the boy alone in the apartment. He waited for his mother, 55 days. He didn't lik......Read the rest...

...My First poem posted here May 2007 was  an enigmatic Lanterne Viduage Tall nettles- the dutch hoe rusting in the shed. My First ekphrasis (poem no 2 here ) BELLA Bella He opened the wi......Read the rest...

...I’m enjoying spending time with my mom - we have an intimacy braided like rope. I forgot how funny she is. At the same time, we’ve been softcore arguing for days. She wants me to accomplish someth......Read the rest...

...He stood at the foot of the hill and gazed at her watching from her window sill with the night light shining in her face and particles of hope running all over the place. Her bulging eyes circle the ......Read the rest...

...Winter’s cold chill cuts through my chin. Within its bleak and brazen embrace, My brisk days are turned brief and barren. They are lengthened into sordid sepulchral insomniac nights. I slither an......Read the rest...

...In the corpus of life's journey Corpse consoling the dead With him Walking on threads Not knowing when his are chopped In each existence sway After the nights and the days All lines will bl......Read the rest...

...Steady as a rock, firm faith she carries The embodiment of strength, girl power! She reads out her mind like a political novel Confidence is her hidden name and she lives it For she believes it. ......Read the rest...

...Consumed are days and nights By this lacerating lingering longing To return triumphant the source of all Existence is a high price to pay To come to terms With what in essence we are......Read the rest...

...Jack Allen was a serious, shy schoolboy, who worked hard at school lessons; Like mottled skies working hard each day, to convey many color obsessions. Jack was a little small for his age,......Read the rest...

...My world is pure emotion. I spend my days crying to the people about things that are out of their control, My nights crying to the universe as if it would listen and take any pity upon me, And my ......Read the rest...

...The Black House A Childhood Memory In the black house where memories reside, Middle childhood days of carefree delight, Warm sunbeams upon sweet shrubs at our side, A haven wher......Read the rest...