Stumble Poems - Poems about Stumble

... The jig of emotions goes on. Always our feelings are changing. We’re happy. When sad, joy is gone. Life events keep rearranging. When happy, we kick and we hop. The jig of emotions goes on. ......Read the rest...

...I am part of the chaos that once found me, intricately woven together, Each fragment of the soul with which I had the chance to communicate, Every skin I touched randomly carried by dreams, All of......Read the rest...

...Sand scrapes my skin as I wake, Warm water around my shoulders break, Spluttering, I shake my head and open my eyes, Palms and dunes to my surprise. Shock constricts my body as I cannot regist......Read the rest...

...Alas it is a chore to write Blank Verse Unable to peruse my rhyme filled purse In search for words not better but not worse A sad lament of poetry’s last curse To stab the darkness with an ill-......Read the rest...

...Walking, walking, walking! Impossibly long stretches of walk, Miles and miles of uncertain journey, In blazing sun, in sweltering heat, Tranquil villages with shady trees, Home, the destination......Read the rest...

...Monday morning comes alive with the piston train speeding by, thousands of people gather at the gate and crowd the platform before it was too late. Monday morning full of passion with hangover lin......Read the rest...

...Permission to Pause Permission to Pause Reflect Revise and recheck Permission to take a deep breath We need it Retrieve it Get that ounce of air We all have time to spare Pause w......Read the rest...

... Silky sunsets surrender to sweet serendipity's sway As soulmates stumble upon each other's shining way Tender touches tantalize, tempting tender hearts to stay In tender tranquility, where tru......Read the rest...

... If only you knew Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Silent One Rumi Quote: “If only you knew what bliss I find in being nothing.” 1st place contest winner ......Read the rest...

...My strung-out limbs grow like plants Head in the clouds, toes with the ants Branches sprout, leaves strewn about, Now I’m walkin’ ‘round with an utter lack of pants My eyes swirl like big loll......Read the rest...

...Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., crafted when Wallace and Gromit returned from their trip to the moon, which I can prov-olone huck curd (within Trump con feta ration) – as......Read the rest...

...As always, you are truly right The world has lost sight Of what truly matters— Genuine human connection, kindness.. Indeed, we've all become disconnected From not only each other but nature ......Read the rest...

... Older age being old is always ten years ahead: meanwhile I’ve decided to embrace my present age positively I walk, don’t run, affecting a dignified lumbering; if I stumble,I welcome......Read the rest...

... I tried to make my move on lover’s lane, but you told me you was not ready yet. I wasn’t willing to wait around for you, so I moved on to get what I could get. When walking down the narrow pa......Read the rest...

...I am on a train above the clouds, a wondrous scene, No panic stirred, just enchantment filled the air serene. Faces, familiar yet strange, in clownish attire, A vintage dream train, stoked with ch......Read the rest...