Gravel Poems - Poems about Gravel

...The last best hope, the redneck pope the hicks are counting on, won’t need his travel kit when he’s on Ricker’s Island. Gavel it! He orders bedroom windows made of bricks: aspires to nothing high......Read the rest...

...Time and mind unravel A maze of rose tainted gravel Whispers life’s secrets......Read the rest...

..."Softly the scented zephyr playfully blew through sun-drenched dancing leaves filled with flattery for a moment." Quote by poet Heaven sylvan charm the forest shares As sprays of bloo......Read the rest...

...In my dreams, I hear whispers and echoes from abandoned books Begging for attention, from their old bookshelves and cozy library nooks Ghostly pages full of dust, some damaged from water leaks and......Read the rest...

...I worry that my coat will murder me. Hanging on Banister’s Edge it’s a man lurking, dark. I’ve seen rows of killers shadowed and waiting, hidden in the ridges of the living room radiator, ready......Read the rest...

..."Kalapana fishing village laid west of Mount Pu'u O'o. Our home was behind the church that sat on an abutment tip that rose slightly higher. The lava poured from the east side of our home, covering i......Read the rest...

...If you're travelling through Dakota, near the Black Hills mountain range, Send for me the pictures of everything that might have changed. Do the deer still run freely? Do the rain......Read the rest...

...Ever stand in the pouring rain And feel the loss, feel the pain, Watching all your dreams get washed away? Seems like ev'ry now and then You don't know where you'll begin Because ev'ry......Read the rest...

...Born into a band of heavenly bliss he wrote about territorial piss One song so deep it dripped from ceilings liked to eat fish, coz they have no feelings? Married a madwoman her name was (Love......Read the rest...

... As I fall into the buzzing altar of heavy metal shifting sand, maw, swirling sheets, illness drools plus plus halcyon? drawn too many wrinkles obfuscating drooling stic......Read the rest...

...thrust up from desert floor like a snow cone icy mountain dripping winter's lace ... Mt Lemon only fifty miles from this maze I'm threading through cracker box houses snaking sidewalk......Read the rest...

...A PATCHWORK CASTLE – a story of the wax factor They told me we would walk the stars, If I took a piece of you, and a piece of me, And a piece of him here, and a piece of him there, And a piece ......Read the rest...

...With minds like crystal prisms, they shatter light into every spectrum of possibility, foreseeing storms before the first cloud, hearts bruised by premonitions whispered on the wind. Yet, they dance ......Read the rest...

...What was I when the canvas was blank, and your eyes invited me to find silent meanings? you became a note played on my guitar in candlelight desire your welcomed fiery glow dripped on the se......Read the rest...

...“To have the wings to fly and roots to reach deep inside is to find beauty and tenderness amid the gravel and dust and the wound opens the rupture into a rapture.." Jayita Bhattachargee ......Read the rest...