Amid Poems - Poems about Amid

*Trigger warning: Death, Suicide Bottle in my left hand, cold steel in my right. A Grand Canyon revelry gone bad with only myself to blame. "Just one more selfie," she said. Her body now still upon the rocks below, broken and battered. Her last smile burned into my brain. mountain escapade inhibitions in the wind living for the...

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A cynical never asks himself, " How a miracle can ever happen when everybody goes on without faith through their hopeless day? " I attest this truth with disbelief! Faithful can pray constantly with bowed head, hoping God listened to their plea to all spoken words; how disappointed they are when nothing ever happens: and amid disarray they their hope turns cold! Nobody...

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October creeps amid the shadows Lengthening The shortness of the day Dancing amid the pumpkins Chortling in its chill Adding boney fingers to the trees Reaching into our fears Tickling with terror The mystery of a gleeful night As demons dance with ballerinas Midget masterminds plot Against larger super heroes Trembling As the door opens A hand reaches out A shriek, a panic of footsteps A hollow laughter trailing October She scares ‘em...

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As it is the way with me, I have the car prepped by individuals whose love of the industry has acquired a rather peculiar name, "Grease Monkey." I have no understanding of vehicles or their inner makings of their encasement under the hood the concepts of an engine. Repairing a flat tire, or locking the...

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Amid the chorus of guns and bullets And the thunder of heavy bombardments A nightingale calls for daybreak Its song of war keeping me awake. Amid the whistle of pistols And the whine of missiles A child breaks into a smile Reminding the world to be happy. Amid the scenes of rotting corpses And the ruins of decayed lands A flower lovingly blooms Revealing...

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Written: May 3rd, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We...

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Lost amid now He rambles Alone Searches For footprints Long erased Frightened By un-felt cobwebs Brushing Across Darkened eyes Reaches To touch Agony’s apparitions Seeking To be found John G. Lawless ©2/24/2024 ...

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Forget those words, cold, distant calls Penned to lead you o’er the falls Toward blank white emptiness below Hush now, your gurgled snarl vile drool of fettered rage Your words have not yet come of age Yet they burn in flameless fire Purging all but one desire One word, that word, that perfect tone Leave it there, a diamond lost, Upon the edgeless yellow page An...

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ancients believed time lends... any-chance for anything anywhere that science be correct... so its manifestations not crrrack however two dozen ancient pyramids sank into the sands unlike the boats of plank... that carried the stones across distances to the desert locale of historic instances... of stone creations built to float on sand... ancients science and mathematics was something grand stan sand...

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Summer, amid green valley's highest peaks Through the woods air's sweet release carry on. Birds quiet among leaves still far withdrawn. Shade of carmine leaves bath in golden steaks. Labyrinth fields sun's freedom to rally. Horned owl rides the air stream, into darkness Against the fading moonlight's hunt stillness Joy flying in silence dilly-dally. Cicadas sing loudly, nymphs mating song; Graceful gray mourning doves...

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Watch your step don't trip over Your fallen expectations Walking this course with one foot out the door the other firmly planted entrenched in fact in a masochistic inability to cry uncle Drawn and quartered by this Particular style of romantic comedy of errors Let us pretend you mean what You say ...

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There are a lot of word Smiths on this site Who pen good poems that are out of sight Its likened to attending a beautiful feast Or eating good bread with just enough yeast However, I must point out, and it's not a myth I am in no way, shape, or form a word, Smith But, I marvel...

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"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs;” Samuel Taylor...

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there's more hear than an eye can see " Dear God, it's talking IT! " Nine tail feathers I found in a comb... so I added them back to my wings of gold and then Dear God, " what a story THAT told!" Midway through the tale I saw smoking mirrors and a Lion with claws " Dear God, was it a cat I saw?" Then I moved...

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a Pyramid, my answer... In the Tomb of Inscriptions it was said to me "...show a count, of seven, four, one, and three..." So I wrote them down as traditionally, one easy step makes a year you can see... 7 x 4 x 13 = 364, plus 1 but seven days, four seasons, and 13 moons were just too easy... this riddle would...

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