Of Course Poems - Poems about Of Course

...This is not for any contest especially since I like better versions than the one sung by Glenn Hughes which is not much to my liking. Furthermore, this is more in the region of commenting on the son......Read the rest...

... Today, this pine forest will become my grave. A crow caws in the distance, but I swear it is calling my name. I have never believed in omens or curses but perhaps there are such hateful things ......Read the rest...

... The Lord is my boatman He’ll take me home In the turbulent sea I am sailing safe with Him I have full faith in Him He protects the boat In surging storm I don’t lose hope He knows the cour......Read the rest...

...On a ship of fools without direction, Along a circuitous trajection, Sailors from every land and nation Drift not by chart, but hallucination, And their lofty voices, at once speaking ......Read the rest...

...Through the galleries of dreaming, where evening strings its somber beads, The echo of a twilight stifles discreetly on the plain bound for eternal crossing; Floating, floating over the velvet of d......Read the rest...

...The antiquated train tunnel had not been working for years. Paranormal researchers asked about it, but we did not encourage them. No one I knew had seen anything strange or weird there. I have cla......Read the rest...

... I am turning half of my garage into an office space so I will have more room to scatter my unorganized thoughts into even bigger piles. Of course, my neighbor had to mosey on over to see just what ......Read the rest...

...Hey dear friend! In the truth you know, that I've shared with you. Don't you dare lie, and tell me that you understand my pain. Course truthfully, YOU DON'T!!! Please tell me it's gonna be oka......Read the rest...

...Though the days may be long and the nights cold And I travel alone weary and worn I will not dwell on those memories old But bask in the light of a new day born My soul are waters that sh......Read the rest...

...She, that came into my life To be my wife. Yes that is spoken for the future She, whose blood runs in my veins Whose emotions I sense with my guts. She, whose heart desires float in my brains ......Read the rest...

...I like my soup hot, fresh, cold but bone broth is the basis for what makes soup, soup. Not stones. Stones have no nutritional value. Throw me a bone and I’ll put in my soup. All alone. By itself,......Read the rest...

...The whistling kettle calls to me. Telling me it's time for tea I grab my Tinkerbell mug off the shelf As I try to decide what to have for myself What flavor of brew should I steep into my cup? ......Read the rest...

...Through the galleries of dreaming, where evening beads its somber pearls, An echo of twilight suffocates discreetly across the plain towards eternal passing; It floats, it floats over the velvet bl......Read the rest...

... "Artificial Iris" Orwell was lurking in the background, somewhere; the dream was eerily familiar, the words and their meanings, read in Syntax, once read between pa......Read the rest...

...I had lunch with Randy, between classes today. It was a perfect day. The sky was an infinite, capri blue, the wind was stirring the environment, clouds were wispy and on high - in the fast lane where......Read the rest...