Withering Poems - Poems about Withering

... Amplifying vehemence of thunder, roaring on skyline ablaze, Lightning strikes, shattering clouds, sparkling scorching haze, Blasting dry, sunstruck meadows, drenching thirsty terrain, Gushing st......Read the rest...

...In life's relentless gale, I stand frail, Each strike kindles a storm of wail. Through sleepless nights, I roam in grief, As love's illusion fades, like a withering leaf. The peace of heaven, a......Read the rest...

...Two people are on the screen which one is your dream? Two dresses are hanging on the door which one did you picked up on the shore; two cabs are waiting at the gate which one is your date? This place......Read the rest...

...Who am I, but a woman with atlas's burdens on her shoulders. Who am I, but a little girl trying her best in life's arena. Who am I, but a flower waiting to bloom in withering winter. Who......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They gathered outside my house, People, walking around, brainwashed zombies, Mindless drones, programmed by societal norms, Floating through life with v......Read the rest...

... The cobalt mind of ancient mariner of the seven seas, the surfing sailor tosses on the waves of youthful life, rolls on the curled crests with the splintered moon, drawn into dark agony trough......Read the rest...

...HER FEET IS SMOTHERED BY MOSS, HER ARMS SPROUTING MUSHROOMS, HER LEAFY FINGERS, HER IMPOTENT EYES, HER HAIR HOUSES NESTLINGS, FROZEN BRAIN WITH REBUFFED THOUGHTS, FAINT HEARTED, HER LIPS READ ......Read the rest...

...Figuratively speaking there is no departure from the physical craze of overturning abstinence, within the conscious act of drinking everything down In remarks toward gluttony ane ambitious strides to......Read the rest...

...Thou art to soul as sleep is to my strife, The cheeks when look neither rosy nor full, Lips red, nor knees so supple of a mule, The flesh when falters, wrinkles getting rife, In feeble frame ......Read the rest...

... her untamable sakura spirit glows like sweet scents of petrichor peace, perfumed in jasmine water, whilst there’s no path to golden rays of sunlight, she shines for the elite vines traili......Read the rest...

...“The heart of a father is the masterpiece of nature.” Prevost Abbe ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beneath the vast and endless canvas of night, A father’s memory, now a distant......Read the rest...

...A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else. John Burroughs This is not a sad poem, but my hungry hands hunger to express, as autumn brings b......Read the rest...

... Take time to linger, at the sweet cherry blossom, at the fresh rosebuds, green leaves sprouting, daffodils in full bloom. Crocuses opening their mouths wide, just like the frogs on the l......Read the rest...

...I walk down the corridor of time looking at the distance that we have travelled from, we met at the crossing where the line stood straight and the traffic was moving all over the place, and you held ......Read the rest...

...To shivering seas mirroring cracked crystals, I am searching for a righteous rhyme, to orchestrate eclipsed realms with blue orchids and plum blossoms, singing sunflower symphon......Read the rest...