Bower Poems - Poems about Bower

..."Softly the scented zephyr playfully blew through sun-drenched dancing leaves filled with flattery for a moment." Quote by poet Heaven sylvan charm the forest shares As sprays of bloo......Read the rest...

...It was my dream to go to the gym. I promised myself, I would. Days passed by, I told myself, ‘I must work, I should.’ Far from work, I took to rest, As others huffed and puffed. The mirror ......Read the rest...

...The Passion It was a burning need the desire to hold and hoard not cars or rare antiques but small and natural things coloured stones from a beach pales driftwood’s sculpted forms parrots’......Read the rest...

...CONTROL TOWER No PoWeR FROM-a SNOW SHOWER BlOw hOuR, AIRPLANE, InSaNe PATHWAY, AsTrAy BY-WAY DeCaY AIRPORT, DiStOrT TARMAC, FaRbAcK AIRSTRIP, A-bLiP BOWER, ScOuR STAND......Read the rest...

...Memory, the annihilation loop in darkness haunts… this night…a hammer old, gun barrel cold weight of a baby’s head, less a hair gripping death, tempered fire punching steam subtle, dangerous, ......Read the rest...

...An old world united. Attributes not known from the peace we campaigned. Enforced into an unknown war we currently endeavour. Utmost bower bird tactics, the uninvited dominantly proceed From abov......Read the rest...

...Blackened. Charred. Are the blossoms of autumn's acclaimed abundance No longer dance they in vivid wonderance, Singed by the frigid frost, Stand they forlorn and lost. Barren. Desolate. Stand......Read the rest...

...A song in my heart is punching to get out It flies out of my throat with a giggle and shout A nonsensical ditty that makes me feel good. I feel a leap in my soul, I am in an incredible mood. Ki......Read the rest...

...Nicky, the neighbor’s dog, drags a road kill home. A beautiful pelt like those fox shoulder garments women wore in the       forties. But the head is crushed beyond recognition—maybe it’s a fox an......Read the rest...

...  Written: January 07, 2024 _________________________________________ eyes are soul gates      even in disguise      they do not lie visual cues that transcend verba......Read the rest...

...Genius, you are a soul of poetry, a wanderer in the wasteland, And your fate is that of a star, solitary in the azure seas of the sky. You fly through kaleidoscopes of thought, all fleeting, Weavi......Read the rest...

...If only I could write you a sonnet, Iambic pentameter and what not, Let my muse mull profoundly upon it. I must write it quickly lest I forgot. It will have to stress real passion, love, Menti......Read the rest...

..."If only..." How often I've whispered those two piddling words. Quietly, like the fluttering wings of hummingbirds, wishing I could rewind the clock to the time when we......Read the rest...

...His kindness pieces me, gathers the strewn shattering sepals when I'm scattered to storm; tries to place me soothingly beyond iridescence of tears and fears I must transcend, becoming the tr......Read the rest...

...A turning restless child she is to me, Wild nature rises feverish In her bower; dark vines entwine A whirling girl, a dervish. She turns and tu......Read the rest...