Barest Poems - Poems about Barest

...Feet of barest integument Bounding, chasing infinite woods, primal Unscathed by this immaculate earth Swallowed by puddles seeping through my spirit Overflowing, casting majesty, and so I ruminat......Read the rest...

... In the children’s room at the public library a porky hamster spends his days in a cage that barely accommodates him. In so small a space he endures a spartan existence behind glass wal......Read the rest...

...WHAT TIME IS IT? A shadow crosses my mind And stops. An old familiar figure Sent to me in this place From memories Long ago forgotten. A lonely basket Of a girl with no age In a room cry......Read the rest...

...What is love, but a fragile promise held together by the barest thread. So easily broken if not carefully looked after. So humbly rewarded if treated with care. Shown not through wor......Read the rest...

...It’s a fine summer’s evening for your annual wine tasting shindig; home-grown fruits in home-made fermentations. We stay up half the night washing down the terrible wine with weak beer doing wha......Read the rest...

...I In haunted house she’d lived with all her scare, Lived all alone but with her barest bones, With monsters chasing her in a nightmare, O amidst company of groans and moans. One of which once......Read the rest...

...Cackle like hens might the fox find you he spoke. that those who feedest thee sowest not but sprinkle grains to fatten might the fox spoil the harvest there labors shall be in vain! ......Read the rest...

...Mythica wishes me to curse her might she tell the tale of our troubles to find make script for the fools of Olympus. She then shall become pregant that the Gods of mortals shall see her troubli......Read the rest...

......She’d long ago come to realize that children stood by you for life, while jobs cut you on barest whims, she had simply invested right. What was the use of having choice if you couldn’t pick y......Read the rest...

...Tired footsteps drag sliding barely lifted stirring the dust that clings to all light does burn stealing moisture drying cracking life fading away drawing near to town so ancient r......Read the rest...

... I There is a mud brick house with roof of palm fronds and thatch - behold a little girl named Marie in possession of my farthest dispatch. My picture on its pa......Read the rest...

...Thunder the poor plagued, the tread thread barest. Thunder the crow black priests beaks clattering, hands anointed with broken oaths. Thunder also the mean streets and all the mean sisters of h......Read the rest...

...See no water for perspiration, Ask for flowers, not all the garden. Light a lamp if ye feel there’s darkness, Nights are always dark, ask for no Sun. Blame me, all the evil will I bear, But......Read the rest...

...The Moment After By: Melissa Ann Hardin December 6, 2000 Copyright 2003 Melissa Ann Quartermouse It was the moment after, and I smiled into your eyes. It was the most lovely afternoon when you......Read the rest...

...Barest of branches shining in simplicity, so much room to grow.......Read the rest...