Impending Poems - Poems about Impending

...April 3—Look at the sky! One day the world woke up To the impending end As a new asteroid. Quickly dubbed The doomsday asteroid Headed to Earth. Everyone looked up At the doomsday as......Read the rest...

...Wanted that first kiss submerging my lips. Snow White’s open carriage embracing life. Underscore of green eyes, seized by the sea. At the lap of waves, over my deck, a song. Snow White......Read the rest...

...How sweet the sorrow How deep the void We go on with one less tale of footprints in the sand beside us. With wishful eye is cast memory’s glance to those prints found falling forever behind, the......Read the rest...

...Over tepid seas of tranquility My mind is awash with the ability To sail to the edge of oblivion's breadth For this is the day and the hour of my death I fear not the impending darkness t......Read the rest...

...A new command would counter their attack to stay the storm that harkens at your door. ‘Twould be a feat that stunned the iron pack for nothing dared defy the wolves before. And though his pack c......Read the rest...

... Line Of Inquiry : "I saw God but now what" It was Easter and I was kneading bread on my kitchen counter. A nanosecond flash and God's face appeared on my backsplash,......Read the rest...

...Oh, Pacific, Paradise at a glance, Where the ocean sings and mountain dance, Where nature's beauty knows no bounds, And ancient matriarchies wisdom resounds. As the stewards of the land, They ......Read the rest...

...Ebon bafflement descended from the Sun-bleached sky; A penumbra of illuminated lies, this world needs to be reprimanded; A joyous ballet of obliteration; Fooled by the doe eyed sweetheart, t......Read the rest...

...what percentage of the sun is madness ~ of the all consuming doesn't care less kind are we even talking percentages when a taint is enough ~ bea......Read the rest...

...Quote: " I am the last leaf on the tree and the wind is blowing" --G. Hinckley In the fading light of autumn's embrace, A poet's pen dances, a tribute to grace. An ode to the last leaf, resili......Read the rest...

... I like the accidental, incidental way- the mist kisses and lifts from the timberline, like angelic lung that breathes it all in, drifts to the next flowering, a honey bee in a land o......Read the rest...

...It’s as if the past had taken physical form and stepped into the present to greet him: small, light-brown eyes, a tail that’s seen better days, the forepaws holding a nut they want to shake the......Read the rest...

...In a corner of my room, where shadows dance so shy, Lived a tiny little fly, beneath the crescent moon's eye. Not a creature of grandeur or a beast of fright, But a simple being, basking in the tw......Read the rest...

...To W.B. Yeats There is something to my life that cannot be described as "lonely". But a forgotten detail in a missing puzzle piece. The secondary woman in the background For she lets t......Read the rest...

... In the attraction of Nature's-draw, will my heart survive such beauty attracting with its maw- sitting beneath impending- melting offering -cascade of Winters drift encore of grift, ......Read the rest...