Bottles Poems - Poems about Bottles

...In those days we had to make do and mend. Milk bottles we would rinse out and return. Kellogg’s cartons we collect for children to cut and paste and learn creative art. Rinsed food cans collected......Read the rest...

...Bottles and glasses, left to stand, As time slips through like grains of sand. Often adrift, in a half-conscious sea, This life of escape, it isn't for me. Emotions submerged, a silent tide, D......Read the rest...

...She was back into my life after a long sejours how could I not welcome her at the table after so many suns and moons Having crossed the oceans of reality, my dream was a surreal bizarre reel,......Read the rest...

...Beneath the churning skies and wrathful sea, A lone man wails into swirling agony. Each crashing wave, a relentless assault, Mirroring the chaos of his inner tumult. Beneath tempestuous heaven......Read the rest...

...Through the prism of the soul, a mysterious alliance of reflections is bound, Pieced together from shards of worlds lost under bare soles. Streams of betrayal trickle over the skin, constructing ru......Read the rest...

...In the morning light, a milk bottle stands, A relic of bygone days, in my trembling hands. Embossed with nostalgia, a link to the past, From the dairy farm, where memories last. As a little gir......Read the rest...

...Welcome to the fifty’s diner Where there are chrome stools Black, red and white leather seats A checkered floor Everything matches A soda machine is standing ready The chef is heating up the ......Read the rest...

...on a rearing steed Sir Rowelph rode and rode, he rode through snorting nose of thunderous fan, his stallion galloping, charging, claiming land to the rhythm of a drummer’s hand down silt and du......Read the rest...

...She smiles and considers the crowd, all backward somersaulting detached vagabonds, all, serious soft smalls revealed - marshmallows imbued with the glee of writing irregular poetry; works of......Read the rest...

...These hands were fashioned for work; these hands are down to earth; These hands have been mingling in the dirt, cleaning the grease and grime and picking up garbage and slime, they pass me on the str......Read the rest...

... (Lights dim, a single spotlight illuminates Judy Garland, center stage. She wears a faded housecoat, her eyes holding a lifetime of stories. She speaks directly to the audience, her voice a smo......Read the rest...

... On the blessed days, light travels through the senses A flotilla of flames floats on the river of each vein Touching the soul with its infinite union...Read the rest...

...Take me home, take me home to the place I desire the most. Not my bed with a dozen blankets to bake me in like a a pie of puff pastry sprinkled in easy dreams. But to my home of comfort and love. ......Read the rest...

...Medication!      By Sammie 2006 A row of bottles on my shelf Caused me to analyze myself. One yellow pill I have to pop Goes to my heart so it won't stop. A little white one that I take Goe......Read the rest...

...The simplicity of yearning. It burns softly, like a hand grazing over a candle. A mouth full of sweet nothings to be spilled onto the damp from your tears pillow, alone. To be alone feels so excrucia......Read the rest...