Propitious Poems - Poems about Propitious

... BELLS. RINGING Bells to alert ! Whatever : Call of classes or shows to start or let those be over ! Symbolising beginning and ending on schedul......Read the rest...

...The Last of the Axioms David J Walker The new eternal equinox Settles on the turn of the tide The moon charts a path In celestial math Searching for places to hide Noon makes its propit......Read the rest...

...Unlike as in the West, there was no dating in our time. After a formal meeting before the family members, the boy and girl will be allowed sometime for a private talk. (that too only if the parents a......Read the rest...

...Fresh to this world, we have learned all things new. Luck and fortune only smile on a few. As death would sneak up bestowing our rest, chasing windmills of mind we should askew. Our life lived ......Read the rest...

...The following initially crafted approximately three and a half years ago and presently brought a much sought after surge of satisfaction while meandering along the information superhighway. Pangl......Read the rest...

...we poets are waiting for the moonset sitting on my balcony, evolutions shamans now wandering the beach we are solving every social ill while walking Blake's path of excess to some palace of wis......Read the rest...

...I am a tiny winged buzzing insect A friend to folks and flowers alike Another name for hard work Toiling untiring from dawn to dusk I set out merry, humming a tune, On my professed mi......Read the rest...

...26. A stationary bicycle Never travels very far. Nor sniffs the meadow flowers Or sets the evening star. It is far from me to criticize The direction that you ought... But it seems a helle......Read the rest...

...Had a room been open in that passageway as a foreign night-ship, you’d have sailed by Love would’ve been what? I couldn’t say Life: an inveterate humid ply____________ Perhaps has passe......Read the rest...

...Bell of love rings suddenly on a special moment: ......Read the rest...

...We met one summer evening On a golden sandy dune. There was something wonderful and sublime, Something magical and spellbinding, Infiltrating in the air that night, As stars shone brightly high ......Read the rest...

...A clump of dried leaves from frail limbs I failed to nurture, settling on a page under my sinking face with a scent to lift up the low spirits in me, such rotten source blessing me with remed......Read the rest...

...Angst acutely augmented all crowding Aligned to semisubmersible state Safely seeking solitary succour Propitious perfect proposal provokes Reckoned rated Racoon River Retreat Lay luxuriating lod......Read the rest...

...To observe the happy ignorance divide, when blindside vanity takes a ride. The affordable vision without integrity, overspread trust in God for certainty. Status quo in brisk and surety, investe......Read the rest...

...At the collapsing edge of the shrinking time in the fading gleam of the terminal twilight hour, down the misty memory lane masked by shadows, I see me walk my adoring children on their......Read the rest...