Best Clump Poems

 When I was down in the dumps
I longed to be away from the din of the world
And a quiet place I sought

Nature has always...

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"I wandered lonely as a cloud"--- By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a tramp, 
Far, far away from all human habitats
Away from all prying eyes
Following...

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Dear Heart,

You are the great fulcrum of the human machine 
So integral to keep us alive and leave us healthy 
I know you work incessantly...

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Life is an open book
 each day an empty page,
the word that is not written
 is time you can't erase.

Life could be music
 a tune...

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Beauty

Beauty is all around me, in a million different things.
The silvery haired, wrinkled face of one that has impenetrable memories
She smiles and longs for someone,...

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It's styles of a nameless brand pristine day
an exclusive star-sheathed shadow after 
overwhelming luminous glare fainted
a somewhat true-to-life footpath in
a back of structured quaintness

Encountering myself...

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Retirement for some means a rocking chair
But I’m blasting forth on a contrail’s flare
      My 40-year career
   ...

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She and the handsome gentleman finalized the contract, and he gently placed 
the antique pearl necklace into the palm of her tiny hand.  As...

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If elephants were able to fly
 And soar above the clouds on high
 We'd just become a clump
 When they took a dump
 And that...

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Aging with Flare
by Carolyn Devonshire

Retirement for some means a rocking chair
But I’m blasting forth on a contrail’s flare
      My 40-year...

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Tide out ...

Swells break far and creep slow,
sweeping tender 'cross washboard flats
where they used to dance -
where they lauded the ebullience of life
in purpose ......

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From the bottom of an abandoned gravel pit
behind my childhood home, seated, 
leaning against its hardpacked sandy side,
he watched the July sun set,
the empty prescription...

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"We have more ability than willpower, and it is often an excuse to ourselves that we imagine that things are impossible". Francois de La Rochefoucauld


A...

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The dandelion sat along on the hill 
watching the rose's play.
He asked to join the fun and games;
is it all right if I stay?
The rose's...

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What child is this?
Already tears blind the page.
Even in utero I was under attack.
My mother in a coma from domestic violence.
No wonder I was Daddy's...

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