Calmer Poems - Poems about Calmer

Please don’t think that I can’t see you As I’ve got the most incredible eyes Which move independently from each other Although I’m known as a master of disguise! I reside with my family in Madagascar In rain forests where I live up a tree I can change colour when I want to So I’ll blend so you may not...

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waiting with open arms for my ship to come to shore whatever the future brings AP: Honorable Mention 2023 Posted on January 12, 2023...

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I suffered a terrible drama Got hit by a frozen iguana It fell out of a tree And landed on me I’m hospitalised with the trauma! Inspired by a sweet friend who had read a news article about iguanas falling out of trees in Florida as they were experiencing plummeting temperatures 02/02/22...

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As i stood at the brink of things I saw some old some new Memories Ushering across Like a albatross flying along the horizon Gazing at the tiny earth Not to be held just To be felt. Some passed overhead at majestic heights Which had weaved my patience at once My soul once. Some went past leaving a waling, Grunting me Standing on the sea shore , On...

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a calmer (process of) you III. drifting (still) just beneath what horror awaits (in roaming waters) in present day (the calmer you) the meek hopeful (pretends) twitches (as if the world is not teetering) on (its axis) daily (& evolution has) (provided) swimming avec requins (a numbness that) holding onto relics (kicks in) (which allows) arms flailing recklessly (for the absolute tragic) (to pass) tattooed...

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black coffee in the sea, with a thermos for a light house reading house blend. granular earth in the bread, or at least in the pastry window next to the register. vegetarians sitting at tables in a coffee shop parallel to a bookshelf and a row of abstract paintings. i could go over there for a little bit. maybe make some...

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I floated into the windless sky of the tranquil night visited by minuscule stars that were subdued by dim moonbeams calling for some gleeful dreaming; and I wistfully dreamed of a lovelier and calmer planet remembering two kind and sincere eyes much lovelier than bluebells swaying in clay pots. I kept thinking of other universes never discovered by me...

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