Basket Poems - Poems about Basket

...We were born in a time where we cannot Ever afford to break the rules Taught unto us by different schools... Different trains of thought... Being the starving artist I am, as the fruit will rot......Read More

...In a bustling market, her presence known, A fish monger, with strength she had sown. Her hands were weathered, calloused, and strong, She labored all day, where she belonged. Amidst the fishy s......Read More

...An open court Every seat filled Wide eyed and hope filled Everyone on the edge of their seats Im flying through the air The last ten seconds on the clock The shooter left wide open......Read More

... As I near the stratosphere, I let loose an untamed, raw rainbow I pull on the tattered, worn ropes of my hand-sewn hot-air balloon across the hidden boreal quarry hill in the north t......Read More

...No more a cheerful giver Than this, bird-voicing. Who lights up the prettier Fruiting for fruit tree. Which sound, uninhibited Look, of sheeny gloss Intensifies, when upsped With basket, dea......Read More

...The Splendid Tulip No other flower has been the cause of savor There are 16th century tulips beds of every flavor Oriental pigments suited for an exotic bouquet Garden visitors buy tulips with po......Read More

...Purusha, the consciousness, and prakriti, the matter, Like glass vessels in the basket of existence clatter; Beyond corporal, cerebral, and emotional realms, To Spiritual reality the consciousness......Read More

... Like an shiny apple's rind, my outer body all can see. Like an apple's fruit, I hold many secrets. Seeds and b......Read More

...Tattered roads and cracked teeth, Shallow pride and hidden graves, Shameless romance, drunk bees, Trees bending, the axes raping, Fields virgin, crops wilder, Beauty stolen, Residing in the po......Read More

..."Smiles are free so give them away."  By Poet That weekend started with a simple,  smile and hello.  ......Read More

... Quote By Poet "Writing takes us to another world in our heads."  For a writer,  thoughts turn into words.  Each word,  <......Read More

... Today, I love you. Today, I hate you. This week, I love you, This week,...Read More

... There was an anthropological study conducted on the children of an African tribe… that I shall attempt as best I can…in this poem…to now describe. A basket of fruit was placed under a tree…the ......Read More

...TRANSIENTS trails &converges to discover relationships & values cardinality a capricious harbinger  of wisdom  embodies knowledge in a basket   of discourse the potentcy of e......Read More

... Mother's Day is almost here,   this is for my wonderful ~ loving dear.   You work from sun up ~ sun down,   as we act like a clown....Read More