And Poems - Poems about And

I left my heart in a magical place. A place that holds years of wonder and awe. A place that knows me better than...Read More

Poetry sets me loose No, I haven't had the booze! It just gives me a chance To jump into a written trance! I play with all heartfelt thinking And dig out every feel of sinking! I pen it down into lines Hoping...Read More

VERMEER’S GIRLS Girl with a jug or necklaced with pearls,lute and guitar over the centuries seen from afar.In intricate detail,a patient design, of portraits in time. These looks of love into eternity’s mirror.Their beauty his art with a delicate touch,now frozen in time.Which muse...Read More

BROKEN MONOKU just for a moment nothing mattered- ...Read More

FOOTLE AROUND THE CLOCK Juke box room rocks OLD AGE same chat off pat TEEENAGE back chat off pat SEPTIMAL ART TROUVE lost and found upon the beach INTERNATIONAL SET Hollywood- gone with the wind FILLING IN did Benday give ground to Roy PERFECT SIX Rock n' roll- two-beat blues WHISPERING CAMPAIGN in the wind- rumour mill END OF STORY and thereby hangs a tail Hear me recite...Read More

Words Words, this life, knows no stronger force These fragments with such ease we wield Even...Read More

Poetry Word Collection Penning down lines Expressive, Heart Rendering, Soothing Prose...Read More

The sordid words from his foul mouth are enough to make a crow blush. though unknown morphemically despite this fact his vulgar sounds are numerous syntactic f-words. His nouns resound all who have ears his verb usage quite disturbing adjectives objectionable combined they’re...Read More

Lookin' after pests Keepin' a CLOSE eye on 'em "Those wild animals!" Roamin' around zoo Searchin' for sneaky monkey Hidin' in a tree Zookeeper gets mad "Where's Marty, the smartypants!?" "He TOOK my cage keys!" ...Read More

the ***** is inferno. doomed for hell. sinful with lost indulging in their own ignorance. made into a reincarnation of the devils wishes. the devils wants the devils needs. they say the pigment is the...Read More

Camouflaged and coruscating, skating in their see-through costumes, part of the ocean's bold militia, shuffling, you send them on their way. Chrysaora Quinquecirrha, jellyfish abound and flounder 'neath the surface smooth as glass, they pester and...Read More

i never saw the doornail die never caught sight of a fox that sly i didn't cure a dog so sick didn't steal a glance of thieves so thick i can't walk tight a rail that thin can't see some...Read More

From one poet to another Your words in me are a thunder That fills me soul with wonder As my open heart you plunder Though I cannot see your face... Through my poetry covered lace Your deep feelings I can trace My...Read More

'...the burnt out end of smoky days' - T.S. Eliot l The evening rumbles in and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle whistles, bread is buttered, weary workers settle, nibble, drink their tea and chatter, as the platter's passed around...Read More

When does a poem become a song? Does the music make it real? A melody makes us sing along But the words are from the quill Without the words the music's blind It can't see where to go For the words...Read More