Boulder Poems - Poems about Boulder

...Verse I: He always sits under a flowery Willow Tree and dreams of flying a reindeer over quite Boulder City; the torrid Nevada heat doesn't make him sweat, he drinks beer, never takes off his c......Read the rest...

...Good Friday be with you all A once in a year Friday Christ has been crucified Every year for two thousand years He doesn’t complain at all Today is a day to fast for believers Jesus sa......Read the rest...

...[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 2 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’] __________ London’s streets resembled an al fresco mausoleum They tracked a trail of body parts which led to a......Read the rest...

... Shame loves to hide under a rock It worries that the rock will be lifted That pure sunlight will flood in That darkness of normalcy will flee Do the beasts and trees know shame? Do t......Read the rest...

... **Content warning: depicts abuse (please skip to one of my more lightheaded poems if one needs to). To you, your abuse began as a game or joke, so insidious, so quietly inhumane, a spo......Read the rest...

...I've been yearning to know the winds routine I've learnt your skyward motion put away your chemise unburden your soul soon you will be sailing running aground is there disarray to cut away th......Read the rest...

...In the quiet twilight, we gather here today, To honor my dad, remember him, and pray. From the promised land, he flew with no regret, To the fifties U.S., a different mindset. In the old ......Read the rest...

...As stubborn as my daughter can be She wouldn't move She stayed in her room and cried I peeked inside her room And imagined I would see a young doe Wide-eyed and with tears Peeking back at me ......Read the rest...

... Have you ever watched a loved one die Only to look at the sky and wonder why We're put on this world to live and thrive And then die when we can no longer survive It's a bittersweet momen......Read the rest...

...On a shattered pebble beach my kernel, becomes this dervish dancing to the maniacal symbol rash tune, of inchoate monsoon grass beat timpani, that’s dimly frowned on by sonic virtuoso, but terms ......Read the rest...

... He welds and melts, pours and molds In his "Conversations with My Soul" He smooths the rough steel of syllables Into a "Portrait" graced by his "Play on Words" Unrolling "Scenes from a Coun......Read the rest...

...He saw a girl wearing only one shoe, and drew the other one from his pocket, tied it on her foot, and said to the girl, “You have to run now, please, go on and get!” She bolted off with the oth......Read the rest...

...That stiff-neckedness; that boulder-like stoneness The so-called track-travel; that perfection-proneness The 'looking-down-upon' others as backboneless That sharp surety of sheer, shadowless shall......Read the rest...

...Beyond a small stream’s margin lay we two beneath a giant oak which spread sweet shade. We barely knew what next we ought to do there, pleasure-sated from the love we’d made within deep fo......Read the rest...

...I stood at the top of our dirt driveway looking back at our two-story house. It's kind of a long house where, from our second-floor windows, you can see cars driving on the lane road in our v......Read the rest...