Can Poems - Poems about Can

You can get used to a feeling as if it were an invisible cloak that gently wraps around you, So much so that you forget when it dresses you or when it disappears in the morning silence, You sink so deeply into the habit of feeling bad that you no longer recognize the light, You don't realize that...

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Attractive lady with long shining hair, nobody can resist such a charmer; I bet you turn guys on to have fun, and when danger comes, you run! The one that promises the joys of Heaven and make him walk slowly on rainless clouds is a true deceiver who counts just to seven, he's ready to give a handful of fake outs! No...

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Growing up my favorite words was I can’t without ever trying My Grandfather always assured in his wisdom words as there is no such thing as can’t unless you try and it is proven That’s where I put to the test in seeing first hand of can’t in trying being the truth That was a strong matter my...

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How can we not have this conversation where footprints of the poor vanish beneath the boots of investors, and the river sings only to those who can afford its luxury? In Chobe, the elephants roam free, but people walk caged in poverty. We call it coexistence when tusks are protected, but mothers bury their sons gored near neglected kraals. And no one...

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How do I know I can trust you— You who come cloaked in stars and sighs? Your eyes are night’s deceptive hue, And love has learned to lie. You speak in tones the wind might use To stir the sea to sleep— But every vow you let me choose You never meant to keep. I held your name like silken thread Between the fingers...

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It's enough to make one chunder there used to be a time Down Under when fair dinkum the label on the tucker tin only stated the true blue maker's name and the Vegemite we'd eat for brekkie contained therein while not a porky implied mate there's something to hide with a shonky no responsibility disclaimer I’m spewin’ cranky as today's focus is...

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He stood before her— silent, but not unspoken in his thoughts. Words echoed loud in his mind, if only she could hear them, perhaps she would understand. Understand his faults, the weight of missing words, the drought of silence that left her drowning in doubt. But when silence breaks, clarity cuts deep. His chosen words— not what she longed to hear. He thought his silence was in her best interest, a...

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I pried with a screw-driver driven into a lid sealed with age, and rust, to crack open a callous retribution, set aside, tombed over. I was curious to learn how much remained and in what condition. Up came the lid with a gurgle, fizz, hiss, expelled with age smell. The paint on top, had dried, to a skin, a...

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Like a can of pop overflowing, Pent up emotions in me overtaking, Old feelings saturating the newest feeling, Afraid of when the table will start turning. Like the cola soda covering A table in which I am patiently waiting, I am as usual finding my feelings confusing, This metaphor is staining my well-being. Like the cold hard thin metal lining, I am lost again...

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Draggletailed drippy dreary Doris Mable did not fit in With her uppity, snobby, snooty, pompous pampered kin The kids said Aunt Doris Mable, you can sit at our table They had knowledge of a babe, a manger, and a stable...

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Words can hurt Black and white are in a fight But no one seems to find the light Don't climb the ladder Tearing down other for you to rise The generation’s are being racist Someone needs to stop the latest Words can hurt 2 words can equal ten tears it's been going on for all these years Fill a bucket Don't just chuck it...

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Write Sixteen Beautiful Lines Poetry Contest Constance La France Well, it's a mouthful that's longer than the Mississippi But if you carefully chew every letter and word And bravely swallow your fear As your attempt will gain teeth and a hero Let your tongue speak the word And let those goldfish lips surface But be cautious of inhaling Or you will suck Think...

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Father may I walk with you? I need to spend more time. I miss the tearful mornings with you, And the Great Peace! you give my mind. My selfish desires just pull me away, But eventually it's you I miss! My Creator and Lover of my soul, And the sweetness of your kiss! Then there are the special times, When you speak to me...

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I beat the Holy Spirit at its own game, Yet the heavens whisper, calling my name. How many Archangels have fallen to me? I count their wings—one, two, three. I ponder the question, sharp as a blade: Could God ever fight, unafraid? No scripture speaks of His hand in...

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At the rise of the sun, Her day had started. Comforting kisses to her creation, Progressing to the changing place. Her lullabies like the ocean, Bedtime stories are her meditation. From bottles to sandwiches, Covering cuts with band aids. Always prepared for the field trips Carrying all the weight on her back....

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