Adjusts Poems - Poems about Adjusts

...ick highway. Lungs steer the wheel; breathe out and the wave-riding shocks follows their beamed lights, the road adjusts to unseen rapids, curves around blacked-out river bends. Breathe in, and eyes shutter out, yet what was seen ......Read More

...hing else that is clear is the stars and his weep. And the flow of a mail sends impulses of love into his blood. He adjusts his head and takes an extra glance at the flood. He scribbled down a path there, hungering for just an idea. ......Read More

...has his own routine Which smacks of O.C.D. – He tucks his hair behind his ears, Which everyone can see… And then adjusts his clothing, The exact same way each time. It may appear annoying, but, In tennis, it’s no crime. I guess......Read More

...nlight dare seep... Grass dons fancy jacket and hat Wad of bills and all that Bows to winter's autocrat ~ Who adjusts the thermostat ......Read More

... Cold winds rattle the thin bare branch the robin adjusts its body, feathers ruffle and open just a little yet the bird gives no attention to this balancing act. It......Read More

... Logs crack and chirp as if the fire where birthing birds. There are ghost trees in the air, limbs creak as the cabin adjusts to wind thrown spears. The room chirrs like a camp fiddle, a mood music for the tips of my warming fingers. ......Read More

... Logs crack and chirp as if the fire where birthing birds. There are ghost trees in the air, limbs creak as the cabin adjusts to wind thrown spears. The room chirrs like a camp fiddle, a mood music for the tips of my warming fingers. ......Read More

...from sun to sun, but his editor's work is never done. The Critic The editor’s work is never done. The critic adjusts his cummerbund. The Audience While the critic adjusts his cummerbund, the audience exits to mingle and s......Read More

...ious moments end He rolls over Exhausted and spent No words spoken No feelings, no emotion She too indifferently Adjusts her pillow So Maybe some respite For some nights Bottles her turmoil within No use Balancing 'virtue' and......Read More

...darkness, surrounded by a sea of pain from yesterdays gone by? Can you see her as she positions her fingers? As she adjusts her soul, focuses her mind, and tapes into the the very essence of her being? Shhh!!! Listen!!!! Watch!!!! ......Read More

... A poet may work from sun to sun, but his editor's work is never done. The editor’s work is never done. The critic adjusts his cummerbund. While the critic adjusts his cummerbund, the audience exits to mingle and slum. As the au......Read More

... A poet may work from sun to sun, but his editor's work is never done. The editor’s work is never done. The critic adjusts his cummerbund. While the critic adjusts his cummerbund, the audience exits to mingle and slum. As the au......Read More

... A poet may work from sun to sun, but his editor's work is never done. The editor’s work is never done. The critic adjusts his cummerbund. While the critic adjusts his cummerbund, the audience exits to mingle and slum. As the audi......Read More

...A smile on her face and a gleam in her eye*, As she kisses him on lips and adjusts his tie, A day long wait to surprise him at the door, joy of motherhood can’t be contained anymore! His jo......Read More

...Epistemic Humility, the world adjusts its crown Reality filtered through the lens of who looks, when, and how (Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: February......Read More