Best Sundries Poems
Below are the all-time best Sundries poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of sundries poems written by PoetrySoup members
sundries, cowboy-western, old, horse, old,
I took my periodic stroll through the local antique store today.
There were the usual horse collars, clocks and various sundries on display.
Havin' no need fer...
My Previous Life
sundries, america, fantasy, history, patriotic,
The South had Fallen
Horace Greeley came callin'
"Go west and grow up with the country"
Destruction and death
They packed and left
With horses wagons and sundries
Wounded and bruised
Mental Excercise Number 36
Never spill secrets.
Always raise the bar.
Sometimes go in hiding.
Never steal sundries.
Always look to win.
Never arrive late.
Always appear content.
Sometimes freak out.
Never sound alarms.
Always handle it...
The Shop, Daily 28
sundries, devotion, philosophy, religion
So this is the little shop
That you wish to stake your claim
Fill your precious storehouse
With sundries and fame.
So this is the commercial alter
sundries, journey, love, world, self, self,
Isolated by the shield of insecurity
The walls of paradigm unable to break through
Crouched into a small piece
The connecting door locked the border of my sanity
Back to the Future
sundries, deep, money, society,
Waking up in the year 2020,
I went to the local store
to buy some much
"what?" I said,
a loaf of bread $10.00,
and a gallon of...
One Slow Motion Jagged Tear
sundries, divorce, lost love,
One slow motion jagged tear
found me after you left me here.
Its wetness sits still upon my face
as I stare at absolutely no place.
What I do...
Greed and Envy
sundries, desire, jealousy,
I can not remember how long ago
You told me your tale of greed
It's stuck in my mind for many a year
That we should take just...
sundries, adventure, child, dad, daughter, joy,
this was written after a day of snorkeling off mile marker 14 in Maui
Dominated by destinations and schedules
I can only look ahead.
Forward to 14.
CHAOS IN NIGHT MARKETS
sundries, night, places,
When night markets begin to come alive;
Kaleidoscope of light glitters the street
As sundries pile, welcoming a throng’s dive
The Five and Ten
When I was growing up in Brooklyn,
Which was way back when,
We’d always get just what we needed
In the Five and Ten:
Cosmetics, stockings, pots and pans,
Shall we continue the praise of the moon?
Or of the monk and the nun?
Shall our glottis be lean on the herbs?
Or on the slacken nerves?
sundries, love, smile,
She treads lightly on my cobblestone heart;
As scarlet ,yellow and crimson flowers drip;
from trellises on ancient stone walls,
And beams of sunlight...