Shed Poems - Poems about Shed

... On the beach one morning Olivia let go of her mother’s hand to run ahead where she had spotted some feathers in the sand. “Olivia!” Her mom said when she caught up to her, “can you hear the sea......Read the rest...

...Her spring returns to me, in death, I shed a tear, alone, for the weeping blossoms, in the knowledge a moon will rise again, before the rhythm of her breath, turns out to be my own. ......Read the rest...

...Years of tears I've shed those tears of my own doing in this world hurt......Read the rest...

...As Freshly Laundered Linens Secured By Pins On a Back Yard Clothes Line Airing Out In Daisy Aromatic Breeze Set to Dry Under The Friendly Not too Hot Sun! I Sigh, For this is All In My Mind Sitt......Read the rest...

...Q: Does the single act of being baptized save people without first being saved? A: Being baptized is a work of faith and public testimony of our Christian faith, but it is not salvation. ......Read the rest...

... Spring When spring sunshine sprinkles its hues new born, Crimson colours do shed, the remote hill......Read the rest...

...Sabali Listen in, The Solomonic thoughts of revolutionary minds strike like lightning in the rain, and prophetic missives pour from my spirit like Yah‘s word hit a vein. and I pray that when I ......Read the rest...

...Pardon me poets for my theme ish renditions, as I moan and I groan with my current inflictions. Moving on, lets discuss poetry addiction. Page upon page we pilfer thru prose, where hearts and......Read the rest...

..."As furry as sheep’s clothing; It’s thick, fluffy, and profuse. As timid as a white woolly. I think it all fits you. The greener the pasture, The greener the opportunities await. But frien......Read the rest...

... Unlike her eastern twin of the ocean, she’ll shed no tear for the lost and alone. No emotion for the wretched masses, because her heart shall be as hard as stone. In her fist she’ll carry no......Read the rest...

...The memory of an agape lasts. communion communes. Was this why he desired to dine with his dear disciples? It's not a meal for a meal or a tune for other tunes. It's a psychosomatic soul beyond bi......Read the rest...

...What can I do for you to notice? Does more of my red blood need to be shed and spread for you to notice? Do I need to throw away more of myself for you to even give a thought? I whimper in pain,......Read the rest...

...Winter's subtle brush and Spring's balmy stroke On ragged frost to glossy flowers Will on with the heaven's wheel go— A passing through your new older hours, The sun's condolences, for dark power......Read the rest...

...My voice is filled with broken tremors, As I describe the layers of my pain. Each breath blows out the bitter emptiness, And I hear myself going insane. I interact with demons I battle, And......Read the rest...

...They were exhibited as strange curiosities, They all had a face, a name, an identity on this land soiled by negrophobia. They looked without seeing, their eyes lost in the ruins of their humanity......Read the rest...