Altho Poems - Poems about Altho

...A wail echos into the night. The sound of pure agony inbedded fright Stumbling from tears that block sight The wind stirs nothing feels quite right. You become dead still and listen intensely ......Read More

...You notice her there in the darkened shadows. You'd like to approach her but unsure how to. She gives off the air of someone withdrawn even untouchable. Little do people know that she is in fact d......Read More

...Spring is not all about charming beauty. Like all seasons, Spring has her many faults. Spring Cleaning, once a chore and main duty, Lies deeply hidden in my secret vault. I might as well mentio......Read More

...On a summer's night, true beauty begins. Stars light the way to wonders released. In distance, one may hear violins... Trees sigh whispers, altho notes are pieced in night's enigmas, where senses......Read More

...Autumn is waiting in the wings, hiding discretely among trees, in plaintive music a bird sings, coaxing a ride on a cool breeze. Summer, reluctant to cede day Autumn is waiting in the wings. ......Read More

... i am watching a mother sparrow feed her offspring, we are blessed by this innate ubiquitous nature it is by the mother's breast comes the promise God still believes in us it is that time of......Read More

...it is one of those dinners leaning in the doorway, she is working to her, this is a simple one spaghetti ala Carbonara she explains it to me as she processes pancetta is meat from pork belly s......Read More

...Love isn't constant--its wings poised for flight; altho sometimes climbs clouds on a dare. Oft softly trembles with unmatched delight; elusive as catching handfuls of air. Romantic love exists,......Read More

..."When thoughts cease to flow, where does ego go" Unseeking Seeker Can Ego escape its demise if it hides? In mind's chimeric forest it abides. It can wear a transparent look at times, to entice......Read More

...Bent fingers trace embroidered leaves on satin and long lacy sleeves. Blush roses, twenty-six she counts-- A French word she can't now pronounce. She blows dust from old envelopes tied with bl......Read More

...When men were kings with steeds women were handmaids to their needs. repositories for their seed to grow ...I didn't know. When men worked to make fields righ......Read More

...I didn't know the blithe Flower Child. Whose singing, dancing others said wild One with flowers and love in her song. She was a wildflower all along. Wildflowers bloomed for miles and miles. W......Read More

...Who is this person who can coax the ordinary into magical so easily? A grey, depressing winter's sky becomes "a coverlet of lilac gossamer." Are poets born with exotic words already whispered ......Read More

...Memories and friends that have all been lost The price of addiction, an insurmountable cost The price of addiction, talents misplaced Remember the runner pushed out of the race The tiny dancer......Read More

...Days are slow nights so peaceful The hate is leaving not quite as vengeful The hurt remains as scars always do Ur image fades the longer I go without seeing you The apprehension of speaking what ......Read More