Open It Up Poems - Poems about Open It Up

...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...

... Cinco de Mayo, five days into May Celebrate with margheritas today Or break open a Fifth I offer as a gift Have a fantastica day and shout "Ole'" ......Read the rest...

...Eye disorder For the values ??in the rise of nations. In the sight in people's eyes. They enjoy their chosen lives with little sight. Feeling the hard blows to spread to all people. With......Read the rest...

... There are fresh roses on the table In hues warm and bright Blood red with open petals With a hint of promise tonight A baguette lies languidly on board The merlot keeps it company The smel......Read the rest...

...Green Trees Don’t Make It Everyday I look out and see The ugly green trees Standing guard in front of my house. And I think to myself Who owns the trees? And what do they think of us?......Read the rest...

... Sometimes I think My computer is plotting against me And only me! Trying deliberately to drive me mad. My computer knows When I am busy, Then it throws a hissy fit. Constantly Crashing......Read the rest...

...In the clear morning, with rays that dance over a realm of magic, Easter arrives, with its gentle light, to drive away unnatural shadows. May it penetrate the pores of the soul, to melt the cold, l......Read the rest...

...I Two wiener dogs and their owners so proud Approached each other right there on the green. Then, the hounds commenced at yapping so loud. But that wasn’t the dangdest thing I’d seen. One of......Read the rest...

...The container in my chest holds water not blood- Water of the kin and kind. But I bottle it up scared instead of sprinkling the holy water divine. People dance in the first rain, the first splash ......Read the rest...

...I am recovering from the open heart surgery. This old man is abusive. With words not his fist.there's nothing he can do to me that hasn't already. Been done.. He is a lonely old man with a heart ful......Read the rest...

... Angels are unable to handle these 'Sylvia Plath' sorrows, hiding their halos - mute to my concerns. Love has abandoned me, left me to decay in an open grave, where flesh eating insects ......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a charmed world looks skyward, at the promise of sunshine as blooms open ......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ gypsies, martyrs, and thieves, turn a new leaf, following dreams, remembering. Joan's light burned bright, fighting the ......Read the rest...

...lying in tall grass I try to count twinkling stars deer in headlight glare......Read the rest...

...In the vast field of beings, some are stars casting kindness, Somehow born with a mirage that drips mercy of its own accord. They traverse valleys and deserts, spreading, unwavering, their pure ess......Read the rest...