Become Poems - Poems about Become

...What is the little calf studying? We asked Farmer Blue. Don’t ask me, his university college is down in Kalamazoo. Always looking in those financial books, unsure why, Says he might wander off to ......Read the rest...

... "Affirmation without discipline is the beginning of delusion." Jim Rohn The question: Am I open-minded, closed-minded, or delusional? Sometimes, we mortals desire to believe in the unbelieva......Read the rest...

...The distress... fatigue, combined with restlessness, tossing, and turning. Assuming I possess more energy than I truly do because what is worse, exhausting oneself or lying there, depleted? Many of u......Read the rest...

...I try not to. I blink anyway. Like blinking out seawater. It pours. Goosebumps are uncontrollable. Sitting for hours. Sitting unnaturally. But I can’t shift, only sway. They command me to sta......Read the rest...

... I am sorry I don't know if I am having fun, writing poets of bullets running through my head of gun. But blood there is none.. Maybe I have already bleed some. Dried out the wounds had become.......Read the rest...

... Living in the world today, we're faced with drama and frustration It has become brother against brother and nation against nation Flawed governments, people who are greedy fo......Read the rest...

... One of the joys of walking in the darkness…before the early light of day is getting to walk among the shadows as the come out to play. When the moon is bright she sheds her light and our whole ......Read the rest...

...Under the weight of your words, I wander through their shadow, Hunted by mystery, torn into pieces, then enriched in a secret dawn. Suddenly alone and embraced, I sway between two worlds, A pilgri......Read the rest...

... "Cocoon" They say... a New World traces over the old, leaving the unaware, erased, far behind the old unaware, left far behind, crawls the walls in its web of ......Read the rest...

...Beneath the everyday attire, the spirit falls ill, dormant, In the monotony that seems an eternity of silver smoke, contingent. Boredom weaves its fabric between walls of flesh, walking dead, Many......Read the rest...

...Live And Let Live! If I feel free to state my mind Don't whack me with religion's axe to grind. Jesus knows and loves me anyway So don't 'cryptic condemn' what I have to say. Read your Bib......Read the rest...

...The wind stroking my eyebrows As I try to assuage my sorrows The guilts of my past Lie await in my path My yesterday has become an assassin That exterminates the enthusiasm of my tomorrow M......Read the rest...

...I suppose the blows from your dark fist gets softer with time spent running for my life I mean your face seems to fade a little bit more when I’m sitting in mass or singing in the choir......Read the rest...

...Oh Syrinx, by the lake where you await, blossom anew! Proud of murmurs that speak of goddesses, in a reverent hue. Unleash the waists of shadows, in my tales they live and breathe, As I imbibe t......Read the rest...

... It happened on a Monday. Thoughts, drifting From one moment to the next, Reassured by the kiss of a past, Buried by the last chance, Remembered by the heart who can’t grieve, Without the ......Read the rest...