Variety Poems - Poems about Variety

...Written: May 09, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A diaphanous shroud on my cranium. It's worn down to the cram It's a reprieve from my madness. & now I clench my ......Read the rest...

...I love chocolate soup the best! Served after a hefty meal. There’s always room for dessert When it comes to poetry. So sickly sweet it can heal All forms of ailments. Perhaps it’s not so ......Read the rest...

...While I sit here thinking about the world and our people, every people, from everywhere, all the differences, and similarities, the cultures and colors. We are so beautiful, and peculiar, a virtual ......Read the rest...

...When I opened the window, the wind cut through, refreshing. It reminds me of something, laughter is heard, a lonely feeling, distant memories, from the depths of the heart, awaiting a new beginning. ......Read the rest...

...When the wheels fall off, Some find a way to re-attach them, Others for a variety of reasons, See themselves as the reason they fell off, And yet others get it into their head, That they are n......Read the rest...

... "The Beetlejuice Past Your Eyes" “Well, where would you suggest I commence? Should we begin with the concept of pasteurize?” This said to the earnest listener, who views the prot......Read the rest...

... A variety of fine brushes…thin, medium, wide, soft and smooth... to paint landscapes - sky, ocean, tree, at tranquil dawn, my backyard turns into an oasis, A transient escape for peace, san......Read the rest...

...I call them spirits They contact me in a variety of ways I can smell one of them; he smells like Old Spice My father I can see one of them Also my father I also glimpse a native American spir......Read the rest...

...it's clouded obscured just enough variety to throw you off there's no such thing as a penetrating gaze no beyond nor here or there just this unc......Read the rest...

... Eating my apple in the dark. On a cold, cold night under the stars. Wondering how high or how far Is someone else eating an apple in the dark. Does it taste the same in their world? Are we l......Read the rest...

...What if I never get better What if years pass and I’ll still find myself favoring solitude with no desire to form new relationships I’ll long for love but never allow myself a chance out of the c......Read the rest...

...Where is the secret of the rainbow? At the edge of one's own life? Whence does it come, with those lovely pastel colours? Is it a heavenly art or a mere human illusion? Some form of an ......Read the rest...

... A giant road is emerging. My sandy path is ready to be swallowed. Gambol, amble, ramble, saunter, stride… My way knows a variety of my gaits. This is a stamped path in my gene as an elep......Read the rest...

... The tiny specks grow a titanic tension. They’re often harmless, Google consoles her. Yet a rare chance burns beyond solace. Is it a harbinger of retinopathy? Will her eye-LEDs illumin......Read the rest...

...Re: viewing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live The following poetic account written more'n a dozen dirty dancing decades ago, while I (a socially withdrawn *****S......Read the rest...