Waving Poems - Poems about Waving

... The star that you are reaching for Maybe falling from the sky; Waving at you as she passes by. But you need not bother to cry. There are more stars that are not falling but stalling and wa......Read the rest...

...Let's take a poem and raise it towards the sky, Observe its play of light like a diverse slide film, Allow the sun to whisper its hidden hues, And through it, let dreams flow like rays through lea......Read the rest...

...National day 25 of April Portugal's national day It so happened my ship, birthed that day a night Lisbon didn't sleep Great Jubilation whores gave their wares for free thieves didn't steal ......Read the rest...

...air rockets skyward uppercutting inside plastic neon flesh contorting at inhuman angles what does my body language spell? ankles anchored into the Earth to stay grounded as the wave of time ......Read the rest...

... The political biochemistry of triumphs and defeats Lives its spasmodic life Consisting of precious milliseconds, Precise calculations and brutal muscle power. But this bodily activity Doesn't......Read the rest...

... BIRD WATCHERS! I’m sure you’ve sen them out in nature…with their binoculars glued to their eyes…. pointing…waving…jumping up and down as if they’re constantly surprised! They often dress alik......Read the rest...

...We suddenly strolled down Lakeshore drive facing Goethe street named after Wolfgang von Goethe famous German poet just at the crosswalk while waving to the hidden Walter Payton nooks wandering......Read the rest...

... Velvet wings of brown, blue and ebon midnight hue farfalla butterflies that soar close to magic colugos spring is here hanging in with wonder, life renews as the sun shines soft, from here......Read the rest...

...I was handed a beautiful gift box On my twentieth birthday. A bold scripted message was waving me to the right. It was beautiful! The gift box sat proudly, Covered with designer wrapping pap......Read the rest...

...What is mist in my demeanour, makes me fray when I am touched, the thread is just a little leaner, when the rug is pulled too much. Adjust the light, reduce the glare, the eyes will compensa......Read the rest...

... Fields of flowing, fresh flowers, in nascent dreams, Huge mug of coffee, such sensual incense to my nose. Fresh, hiily, waving, scented grass in rows of joyful te......Read the rest...

...I was conversing with the pig faced potato monster one day When the potatoes began weaving, waving and rolling our way What is it about you they like? I asked my curious-looking guest. I think it ......Read the rest...

...Rich and unrelenting are you You who has captured me so Always changing never ending The water to my kindling. Tall and blue are you You who has enraptured me so Never changing always ending ......Read the rest...

...What The Roses Don’t Say by Michael R. Burch Oblivious to love, the roses bloom and never touch ... They gather calm and still to watch the busy insects swarm their leaves ... They sway, bem......Read the rest...

..."Blame it on the rain", for business on your sunny day, though it is a provider for you, you provide a poo poo. World, obstain or remains In your dusty bowl, she be more precious than gold ......Read the rest...