Series Poems - Poems about Series

...April 5—Get a sport into a poem! Make Baseball Great Again! It is time to make American baseball Great again starting with creating a worldwide baseball competition with each season ......Read the rest...

...There was a Govenor named Kristi Noem De-Vil Her own dog she’ll harm there's nothing more cru-el She hated her puppy Cricket with wired haired charm deemed he was useless like her g......Read the rest...

... Besides my writing poetry, my hobbies now are few though in the past were many things that I liked to do - like bicycling, swimming, and playing ping pong too. But with most things physical, my ......Read the rest...

...Degas 'After the Bath'* still live model by the hearth An apparent solitry act but a sequenced series. in actual fact......Read the rest...

...Yellow Leaves of Kaj Thus, I learn to be glad in this room. The Chilghoza of the mind is black but the light is blue, If you search for green leaves, you will find yellow. Those monste......Read the rest...

... Series of scattered suffused sufferings sprouting from shocks, stress and strain appearing off and on in agitated brain sometimes igniting anger ......Read the rest...

...In this vast land called Lancer, Arrive in town the two sons of Murdoch Lancer. Scott the blue eyed golden haired son Who could capture a young girl's heart. Johnny who with his dark hair Myster......Read the rest...

... Expression Poetry Contest Sponsor-Silent One Written 4/15/24 A Time To Reflect As my last sunset nears I look back at the sunrise And dwell on the past I order another b......Read the rest...

...Still wrestling with impasse to contentment Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog just me and mine dark shadow slinking along outer limits of the edge of night doth blog passivity, the p......Read the rest...

... Life’s a series of ups and downs some days smiles, others frowns Men revel in fictitious conquests women dream of wedding gowns ......Read the rest...

...In the heart of the night, next to the unmoved clock, She lies, with the pillow—a saline lake of pagan scents, Mourning something that was never spoken. Prisoner in the castle of shadows, where da......Read the rest...

...I wake up each day without purpose. I am neither here nor there. I can't cry anymore, I can't smile anymore. I have a blank stare and my demeanor is blase'. A big mase of skin and bones wi......Read the rest...

... Sunrise and already the water is being seared with a glow as if under a grill. You can feel the heat building in the morning air, the sand still warm from yesterday. The tide has left......Read the rest...

...Ya Ramadan, holiest of all months With luxurious scent of the bitter almonds. A month of forgiveness and piety, I proclaim Allah as my God, and no diety; Ya Ramadan that clothed my heart with de......Read the rest...

...“A truly strong person does not need the approval of others any more than a lion needs the approval of sheep.” (quote by Miyamoto Musashi, author of Vagabond, a Japanese historical fi......Read the rest...