Besides Poems - Poems about Besides

...Shadows like a life that hides upon The butterfly effect on the pond— By young twilight, coming through a shriek, Nettle of the stillness changed and gone. From my shadow self, her meeting's ga......Read the rest...

...Jack and Jill went up the hill. Actually, more like a grassy knoll. They fell down the knoll neither fast nor slow. The bucket fell with s bang below. Since they failed the contract, Council ......Read the rest...

...Balaam's Second Oracle Numbers 23:13-17 part two you will only see a part but not all of them. And from there, curse them for me. So he took him to the field of Zophim on the top of Pisgah, an......Read the rest...

...Be careful, respectful with all words... they can be just as vital to a poem -- don't let commentaries too far-a-field roam -- stay focused, and on topic -- sometimes good to be myopic. ......Read the rest...

...You lay sleeping, and I, awake, focus on you’re steady breathing in hopes it will lull me into at very least a meditative trance, if not actual sleep. I stare into the blackness of the room, it’s e......Read the rest...

...The game of chance karnolfell the trickster deal the threats by passing the little Carnes folk crawling into a Volkswagen chanting cackling mud wrestling spooning the Joker finally faced do......Read the rest...

...Fin du Monde I For years I refused to drink beer – awful stuff to my taste. On rare occasions I did – but only to be sociable and, where I could, to “fit in.” Besides, not only did beer le......Read the rest...

...raindrops fall in my hair, but there is no rain in my head, to convince me that the driest spot is the place I just was. in the first, hardly remembered moment where you wake, i step ......Read the rest...

...Crammed in a Makeshift Vessel they embarked out to sea Seeking the air of freedom to be like you and me One mother held her child as the raindrops hid her tears The father held the mother's hand ......Read the rest...

...Won't get back up. I'm done learning how to fall. All this being overlooked. Has made me feel so small. It's my own fault. No longer breathe a word. Silence speaks the loudest. All else goes......Read the rest...

... (By Gilbert Stuart, American painter, 1755-1828) Do hurry, please, Mr. Stuart, my hands tire from being held up for so long a time, my buttocks, too, almost insensible from sitting. My me......Read the rest...

...Date: July 2051 Early 7:30 Friday morning most Of the family were in their extravagant Dreams. All was well or so it seems. Moderate rustling. Somebody was Woke. Molly was first on displ......Read the rest...

... The final count is in…as I sit down to write these words In 2 weeks at our cabin…we’ve heard 52 different birds! Of these 52 different kinds of birds…we’ve only seen a few Because most of them......Read the rest...

...I want to call it, Shaking the Baby If I ever get the smarts, it’ll be tasty Stupid I know not worth anything Besides the slander and pain How about a May Day 911 calls are busy in action ......Read the rest...

... "Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.” Rachel Carson Some thoughts of Earth ......Read the rest...