Knee High Poems - Poems about Knee High

...Me very late mum, a funereal day... courtesy latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian, sexagenarian, and Unitarian son and modest mastermind maven maverick. Another anniversary of her death occ......Read the rest...

... We can live in little boxes in the hills baby that's what I call the life Cheap champagne thrills Skin sticking to the fake leather backseat of your car drunk on your sweet sweat Up all nigh......Read the rest...

... The Veil of Time The awakening reliant sun, half dressed salutes the morning dew, Blazing its magnificence, a trail vaporous in its wake, A scatteri......Read the rest...

... A Petal Amongst The Thorns Lament, laconic whispers felled, where holm oak trees of centuries sprawled, Where Love’s evading memory stares of old, of Time’......Read the rest...

... P h a n t o m step dried clay tracks Stage lights arching as a bridge S e q u i n s indifferent Dance steps sawdust in the shoes G l a z e d eyes sc......Read the rest...

...Days into nights From demons to angelic flights Blessed sun and phasing moons Thoughts of light........ dark ideas harpoon Radiant rays in summer to... Old Man Jack in winter ......Read the rest...

...First six lines of my triolet entitled “Wrapped in White” followed by my contrasting six lines which I’ll entitle “Crestfallen in Snow” I long to tread upon the snow in hush of winter, wrapped......Read the rest...

...“in the asterlife” as the corn was knee-high on the 4th of July it came to pass on Michaelmas ducks did swim thus on this Christmas they’ll slide......Read the rest...

...Impossible mission to sleep on opposite side of marital bed... Oddly enough even when frolicking in the autumn mist with seasoned super tramping cheaply tricked out goo goo dolls some resemb......Read the rest...

...I was born and raised in a little town by the name of Calder That was just twenty miles south of the Canadian border As a boy I enjoyed going to school and was doing really well Mom sang my pr......Read the rest...

...With his baggy overalls And a worn, plaid cap, The old farmer recalls With a piglet in his lap Seated on the porch swing Of his aging farmhouse, He saw not a thing ... But the life of a ......Read the rest...

...[Written to be sung, thus… Verses: roughly to the tune of ‘Ghost riders in the sky’ Chorus: (again, roughly) to the tune of ‘La Cacaracha’] * Wh......Read the rest...

..."A graveyard is the only place where all distictions are leveled and the rich and the poor rest together in peace".... By Poet Though the sun had begun bleeding in the West With an ......Read the rest...

...Lightning strikes colossal oak, bronze armor split like firewood by God’s electric axe, soft pithy interior exposed in winter air. Walking through the meadow, knee high grass quivering under the ......Read the rest...

...If asked to define the word “dorky” I guess I'd describe it like this Wearing stripes and checks together A sight you surely can't miss I'm not the ultimate style leader But at least I......Read the rest...