Turn Poems - Poems about Turn

... by c. geeplay As long as the shadows of the sun are on our brows and the savannahs are green with wheat, and our harvests are plentiful from the fields,......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...

...Atomic bombs are dropped on babies Humanity is thrown out of the door Humanity is dead. Humanity is no more There are too many aggressive and demoniac atrocities Wars are heartless, bestial, peri......Read the rest...

...From the morning papers We read the woman, a former actress who stole a prince and was hated by the kingdom is a duchess selling jam and pottery Her husband, the prince, looks bewildered  We......Read the rest...

...I Old Age, take me not as thy fugitive, For long I’ve been thy earnest votary, But now that approaches life’s fateful eve, Ye oft make me rethink my loyalty. Youth when slips by leaves a last......Read the rest...

... in my candlelit room I am in a meditation and total withdrawal and I am travelling back, back, back in time with a sad sigh I know what comes next and I want to weep with love my dress a c......Read the rest...

...Line of inquiry: “We have been here a thousand times before Memory erased, each time we begin anew Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew ......Read the rest...

...Dear God, It is a common belief that learning, true learning does not take place Without mistakes made along the way I’ve made my fair share, And there’s a lot of realisations I’ve come ......Read the rest...

... I love the end of the day, when the sun want to climb into bed. The moon will be rising soon, showing off it's big bright face. The white clouds, ......Read the rest...

...Is this progress we make as we play game that’s fake? Green space that once spread far we turn to urban scar. Bulldozers scrape away live soil down to dead clay. Hedges end up in skip then of......Read the rest...

... I hear the boots of Krystallnacht marching in our streets Heil, Hitler… Heil, Sinwar… Heil, Hitler… Heil, Sinwar… I hear the glass of Krystallnacht clinking 'neath the......Read the rest...

...In the early hours Thoughts turn crystalline In the silky silent Nothingness In the dark field Of endeavour With no opposition They gather No longer Corralled by barks Of Distraction ......Read the rest...

...A picnic basket I will bring Inside will be most everything I know you like, and also more I'll pick to try from favorite store A picnic blanket where we'll sit The grass so green, your hair ......Read the rest...

... “Upon Waking” Slumber has its upsides while the outside runs around like a split fowlyard, cacophonous pecking at each other and at the ground… Elsewhere, like d......Read the rest...

... Written: April 24, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tread of life a strand of hair disassociation desolation devastation floribunda fl......Read the rest...