Babbled Poems - Poems about Babbled

... How endearing the innocence of life was, When blissfully it started, with a blank canvas, Cherishing in mother’s love and warmth, Happy as can be, cuddled in loving arms, Flaunting vigor of ado......Read the rest...

...she babbled over the gosip. citing what she thought was fair. She mentioned people she knew and some she didn't know. And emsized who didn't care if they cared they'd be here helping wiff the pie......Read the rest...

...Your tumbling forth was a joy. None asked, then, you're a girl of a boy; We never cried when you cried. Rather, each one had a smile of pride. You cried when you felt hungry. You cried for all a......Read the rest...

...How Do Rocks Walk?" How does pain drain? Is it all contained within a limited brain? And yes yes if air could breath It shall never deceive Upon the path of incredible dreams It seems it......Read the rest...

...It was back about 1803, there stood a small cabin near to the sea, where a widow lived by the name of Joanne, who could not grieve for the death of her man, since six years back he’d vanished com......Read the rest...

...Back when I was a youngish man this was a tale I heard, and thinking back upon in now, just makes it seem absurd. It was about a truck-driver out roaming the highways, but cargo wasn’t what he ......Read the rest...

...The whoosh of the wild winter wind wrapped me within swift swishing swirls whipping me on till there it stood, a lonely cabin in the wood. The shrill shriek of the screech owl split the whoos......Read the rest...

...I have counted all my blessings, even when they’ve made me cry. I’ve held onto my faith and never questioned why. I’ve woke up with no lights or dial tone on the phone. My life has been a struggle......Read the rest...

...How did it get late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon? — Dr. Seuss REMAI......Read the rest...

...The Babbling Brook The babbling brook was very loud. When people saw her first, she drew quite a crowd. Usually, brooks are relaxing and smooth This brook was different, but not to be rude. S......Read the rest...

...Poems about Poets Elemental by Michael R. Burch for and after Dylan Thomas The poet delves earth’s detritus—hard toil— for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels’ lush bouquet; each syllab......Read the rest...

...God lets us see life from every angle. Anklebiters that we are. Fist fighters, black-eyed contenders, snivelers. The boss looks down, looks into our eyes, looks at our feet, looks underneath. We don’......Read the rest...

...State of the Art (II) These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. What the Poet Sees by Michael R. Burch What the poet sees, he sees as a swimmer ~~~......Read the rest...

...That day is very much vivid in my memory, I was holding a baby who was weeping inconsolably, and I did not know how to make him smile, was sobbing myself! My father saw me and said, ......Read the rest...

...Was it a cruel twist of fate? Sneering, laughing chance? Perhaps something I ate? A bad bout of happenstance? It wrenched and tore at my gut, A sickening, sober, foreboding sign. Wretched cha......Read the rest...