Beards Poems - Poems about Beards

...Generations sing songs Long after the apple Gifted pleasure and pain Unraveling ripe notes Driving lovers insane Generations sing songs Of whiskey beards touching The dirty o......Read the rest...

...seemingly fashionably noveau- as yesteryear sepia photos show......Read the rest...

... A sign for our times, Dina abducted and raped (See Gen. 34: 1-2) by a monster named Shekhem, a Hivvite When her brothers heard their anger blazed whiter than white ......Read the rest...

... Drip drip go the icicles, Hanging from the frozen gutter, Plinking off the bicycles, Falling with a splutter. Blip blip go the icicles, Dripping from their glassy towers, Twinkling in t......Read the rest...

...Flakes, like a lady’s gloves, gently pulled off finger by finger, one by one, laid upon her lap. The lay of land, it’s lap of snowy-white glows in the velvety twilight of Winter’s......Read the rest...

...At the crossroads The bald old man With his gray stricken beards Caressed his antiquated flute Perching on his cracked dehydrated lips With his spindly fingers As he nonchalantly reeled out his......Read the rest...

...Raisin just stared at the chaos ahead A kitten, confused as she sat there in dread The world has gone mad, all the people have flipped She glared at a window where blood and gore dripped Folk w......Read the rest...

...The Ziggy Cats are in town tonight. Their music and beards are out of sight. We’ve got Tom on the drums, Pete on the slide. We’re dancing up a storm as if electrified. Our feet are moving in sp......Read the rest...

...Criminal waste, critical mass materialized warfare city dumps pile-up and fall burnt offerings amid clumps of Caesar salad. Roman Empires of crud that roam no more. Walmart still spills ov......Read the rest...

...When the time comes and we depart two different ways, I feel an utter hollowness within me that I can't portray. These weekends are like a gateway to meet with you, to fulfill all tho......Read the rest...

...we met in glass jars on the Beagle in the Pacific I'd never seen anything like you before, your hair, your smile, your huggable eyes, thrown together by beards and tankards grabbed from every ......Read the rest...

...I saw a dazzling rose, Whose red petals cast blinding hues upon me. She shot her cupid arrows from the Kabaka’s backyard, And punctured the cocoon of my innocence. My heart burnt for a feel o......Read the rest...

...“If you are reading this note then I have succeeded in trying to kill myself, which means that I have killed the people who did this to me, so my story I’ll tell. “You’re wondering how I got to......Read the rest...

...Are you the butterfly while in my dreams I flit after Soshi? —Basho, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch It's not at all anxious to bloom, the plum tree at my gate. —Kobayash......Read the rest...

...LIFE'S TWISTED MISCONCEPTIONS Everyone in church ain't good, Everyone in jail ain't a criminal, Everyone close to you ain't your friend, Everyone with long beards ain't suicide bomber, Every ......Read the rest...