Bootless Poems - Poems about Bootless

...In the Mansion House On a January day The framework of the nation And its future did lay Deputy Johnson Brought forth his brand-new assignment If the Democratic Programme did pass T’would......Read the rest...

...Haply I think on thee The lark of wholeness At break of a new day Wipes away separation's grip And rises in recognition of The sullen stories which Separate me and thee...CC Interpreting: ......Read the rest...

...Temporal Dilettante Journalist David J Walker no-thing need not name the nameless breaks the morning in disguise shakes the shame and wakes the shameless quench tormented turbid eyes the......Read the rest...

...Ten years spun into ballooning wear Keep slipping through tighter fingers, Fresh year's tries in futility repair Adamant dents of wasting days. Naive New Year's Eves pop in and go In swift......Read the rest...

...Life, ne'er the primrose path of dalliance for me (and in league with this shady world), like the accused who has no innocence, fleeced me as my tribulations unfurled; deprived and in ......Read the rest...

...old man big plan ladies nineties ......Read the rest...

...Taking a derelict path, With a semblance of security, Though only a whisker of it I leave for the past Which seems not far But still out of reach I am thoroughly afraid For I am to face my d......Read the rest...

...Blunt brain such stale dogma holds Tighter than crags hug dewy molds; She spurns sparks Reason confers, And terms sanest wit profitless fuss. Sweetest rank her outmoded views, Above strict......Read the rest...

...Somewhere in the wilderness, Among the barren deserts, And under the swarthy clouds Lie the dilapidated destination Of a poor homeless rebel, Victimized unmercifully to fall Like a drop of rain......Read the rest...

...Bamused of searching for pearch, Where there is no despondency, To find saint in living. The more i search, The more bootless i found. My heart became lonely, Depression follows my path, Co......Read the rest...

...Standing on the mountain of Kilimanjaro, Enduring hardship for centuries, Forcefully uprooted from Savannah, And crying for the moribund race. Remembering the bootless slavery, Discourteously ......Read the rest...

... I longed for a love pure as driven snow and fresh as spring 'ere Youth's brief joys succumb; but a love never transpired; and, although denied, I carried on to life's autumn. ......Read the rest...

...I longed for a love pure like driven snow, untouched and vestal in the spring years to come; the years came, and were gone until my woe over love now lost filled my present autumn. Vi......Read the rest...

...she sniffled into a tissue saying she was cold my tongue tip touch of her forehead felt hot so to stop future coughs rubbing crushed mustard and garlic on her chest marinating ......Read the rest...

...As I walked this earth to find you I also found myself. On my way to you, I understood that this path is so long, though, it could never unflame my heart for my steps, toward you, were never b......Read the rest...