Call Out Poems - Poems about Call Out

...Voice over Wind catcher Coffee maker Coffee creamer A streak of moonlight A scent of sunlight YOU ARE NO I am the wrong way Unlearn Yield. Voice over Wind catcher Coffee maker Coffee c......Read the rest...

...Every year when taxes are due, I pay mine to the full, Even though some other people call it a bunch of bull. Some don't pay their taxes for there is an aberration. As time goes by they holler, ......Read the rest...

...I hold on the fig upon the tree, it cannot fall too far from it if I were to pull upon it, surely it will not stay in tranquility, as I hold it in my bear hands, I know it feels what I feel I ha......Read the rest...

...Gaze into the battling fire - a whisper in savage red, And into the clouds that travel at the blind and cyclic wind's behest. When the murmur within starts to weave its frail thread, Calmly, let y......Read the rest...

...Live within your means Just as your looks are within your genes Drop not your chins For other’s surpassing sheens Play not another man’s game For it affords him glory and fame It’s a sure......Read the rest...

...One's perspective might be the precursor to his down fall when it's all or nothing he might end up with know one at all betrayal of ah lover has real consequenses a fool only loves someone th......Read the rest...

...Each goldfish is like a birthday candle of flickering fins; or under-water sparkles of sunlit sugar sprinkled, trickled, rippled. My face is staring over the pond; they gather for party bags......Read the rest...

...I'm new to Pennsylvania as mentioned previously, a native Marylander, originally. I bought a small condo and right across the hall, is one older owner struggling with memory recall. Last week a n......Read the rest...

... Pillow Talk You call to me, To return to your warm embrace. I've only just left you, Your marks on my skin, I can trace. Your softness in my memory, the hours we've spent tangled to......Read the rest...

...In a world where whispers were the currency of women, a letter dared to roar. Tagore, the weaver of unseen truths, unfurled a tale with threads of fire. Mrinal, a caged bird with a song unhe......Read the rest...

...Kidding around, I called mother “Lou” Short for Louella between us two. She’d return the favor; call me “number three.” At the time it was cute, now it’s precious to me. “Thank you, Lou” always......Read the rest...

... Tim Horton, Tim Janis Kofi Annan, In a scaffold that knots a shoeless You are mincing me on a cutting board, these days In pounds per pounding heart , with knives and bleesed hone You were a f......Read the rest...

... A shepherdess, I’ll call her Heather Loved coitus when dressed in black leather High up in the hills She’s getting her thrills And getting wet in the wild weather The farmer,......Read the rest...

...I have waited for so long to share this impromptu song, I have created it myself, the day when I heard that my mother was dead; I am still trying to process it, but I cannot see where the story fits;......Read the rest...

...Destiny By Franklin Price 05/08/2024 This love of ours is destiny God brought that love to you and me He did not falter in His task He brought us more than we could ask Until we met, life......Read the rest...