Frame Poems - Poems about Frame

...Q: Why do not all roads lead to the kingdom of heaven and we all end up on the same mountain top's destinations? A: There are only two roads available to all people. The board road lead......Read the rest...

...concentrate on periphery it's less dangerous or slippery edges blur, focus soften don't question reality so often frame the answer that you avoid then let thinking slide so not destroyed ......Read the rest...

...i nominate green foul the referee didn't hear me the opponent accuses me of the same he therefore, can - no longer - use my extension in fact i'm not using it either i'm off home to throw......Read the rest...

...On the streets of Lagos,lumbasa , Kigali, Cairo and their environs Shame etched his name on thy skin Thou art become a site for dumping For all willing to dump Gone is thy once-proud stature......Read the rest...

... This old madam bought a big Christmas tree, size could be problem she did not foresee. Low level door frame it hit, on dewed lawn she let it sit. ......Read the rest...

...Live the Life my thoughts are felt within my very soul though not like it ! Cut it is truth may not like the truth We remember! My body framed my soul zone branches in the deep earth reclaims......Read the rest...

...It was once wise to invest in steel, yup, In days of yesteryear. Now, they say that fine art and gold are up. All things change with time, dear. Then, I'd scale the steepest mountain to reach ......Read the rest...

.... Hern fantastical sip'd mine veuve stare'n up into mine Her torso'z frame ......Read the rest...

... Woke up this morning in a great frame of mind The world holds such beauty it truly doth shine The sun and the clouds Birds singing so proud There's no place that can match it it's sim......Read the rest...

...The look on your face Most beautiful in the frame Perturbed sight with ease.......Read the rest...

...This happened last Fall, during Thanksgiving break. Lisa and I were at the MET (The Metropolitan Museum of Art), with her family, at an exhibit of Art Deco sculpture. Lisa and I came out of a gall......Read the rest...

... Tim Horton, Tim Janis Kofi Annan, In a scaffold that knots a shoeless You are mincing me on a cutting board, these days In pounds per pounding heart , with knives and bleesed hone You were a f......Read the rest...

...Every poem I read these days Be it love or pain, long or a short one Leaves me numbly amazed By how poets use the robot hand. When praised, filled their hearts with pride For an expensive tour......Read the rest...

... He appeared out of nowhere and convinced me to sit with him for a drink. His eyes were wide and glistening, his brow - of the knowledge within. I asked him his name and where he had been living......Read the rest...

...Give me your hand and I will take you across the land; give me your hand and I will take you where you want to go; give me your hand, so that you can fulfill your long awaited dreams. Give me your ha......Read the rest...