Carpets Poems - Poems about Carpets

...Beneath the burdens of countless nights, In the cursed silence of the soul's waiting room, I sat, the last one, loneliness carved by the chisel of forgetfulness into the stone of my heart, Blockin......Read the rest...

...SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CHICAGO FIELD OFFICE I ALWAYS KNEW SOMETHING WAS OFF WITH ALAN I MEAN AFTER ALL HE WAS ACTUALLY WORKING FOR WANNABE MOBSTERS CIRO GARGANO WHO T......Read the rest...

... "Auric Obsidian - The Face Clean Behind the Gun" You drew me into your new world, the corridors of your mind fitted me perfectly imperfect into the portraits pegged onto your wa......Read the rest...

...Winter’s releasing us from its perpetually gray and gloomy grip. Who can study in their room, on a beautiful spring afternoon? Azaleas assail ya, with champagne petals of bubblegum fuchsias, the......Read the rest...

...I saw no one but felt a gentle nudge, As I woke up, she uttered not a word, But beckoned, gravity of time to judge, To follow her— wordless like a mute bird, I got up but saw no soul save wha......Read the rest...

...The Naked brazen placid blue Meets its foe the dark forbidding nemeses Who unleashes his growing anger and fury Obliterating and defeating his enemy Proclaims a victory and unrolls his miserable ......Read the rest...

...Bonanza of shamrocks will soon blanket Green Acres... where Lassie free to run across petco junction All across the webbed wide esse Scott's landed wold emerald green Trifolium carpets harbor......Read the rest...

...London growls under the tread of diesel driven dreams. A stork visits, an attic full of discarded toys. White mice sleep in pajamas, made of childish nightmares. Barges reek still, just as ......Read the rest...

...from a sweetened green spring ripples of sanguineous salt a mixing bowl brings forth oceans and trees cans, cigarettes stains on carpets like bedsores ......Read the rest...

... When Shining Spring Sets In When shining spring sets in, The earth takes a new birth ......Read the rest...

...I am a Calico Goddess of shadow. Chant and eat peaches. Bathe in stars’ sighs. Sing with trees. Listen to tea leaves as they sing of laughter, of honey, of hope. See faces peering i......Read the rest...

...Surrounded by amazing bright world settings, it didn’t take that long for me to realize aplenty, in every single broad nuanced sense, with no grey cap on rich imagining, I couldn’t help at all ......Read the rest...

...The times changed, while I changed much. The world remade itself, over and over again. I changed in a personal dressing room, one that traveled light years away, from a former self. Look......Read the rest...

... As a chilly freezing breeze wraps us all around, Snow-carpets stretch far, covering the ground. Trees veil…wearing gowns pristine and white, Sparkling brightly in the cold moonlit night. Ha......Read the rest...

... Could it be thoughts, images in my head or dreams painted with colors in acrylic and water that keeps me upright in the storm in tough times and desert wanderings Sensory im......Read the rest...