Charlotte Poems - Poems about Charlotte

...To the sound of pelting rain, she woke in early morning Upon the tattered tin roof, it rhythmically pitter pattered No sunlight peeked through clouds on daylight's dawning She thought of him a......Read More

...(Charles Philip Arthur George - 14 November 1948) I had a cousin called Charles, said Aunty Olive. Nice young man. That's him on our TV. That's not Cousin: it's King, said Aunty Lucy. It's K......Read More

...There are very pretty girls in North Carolina, But they’re not all named Caroline, or Charlotte Beware of confusion, a summer at the beach, Watch out for temptation, strawberry ice creams. ......Read More

...Gorgeous Charlotte was the goddess of illegal sex, no restrictions applied to her naughty affections; I met her last December at the Platinum Dolls... she drove everybody crazy, even policeman Ale......Read More

...Charlotte was confiding her secrets to the teeniest tiniest toads. they sat and listened with interest. None of her stories was old. their silence and lack of suggestions was more important than go......Read More

...on her lawn four pink plastic flamingos peak above a March snowbank twisted forms caught in forlorn evasion beak-body contortions like wrestlers resilient ......Read More

... Mind often makes a circuitous pilgrimage Sliding down and going up the banisters of time As I hear the grating sound of worn stairs behind Memories come darting in and out of shado......Read More

...Thou art eyesome among all bosom Filled with holy milk Ripen and bowing to earth Oh! Thou art humble Cans't thou see how marvelous thou art Even he is in awe to thy wondrous taste For thee wh......Read More

... Immersed in the madness flood of crowd, a verdant valley I find carved out in the lonesome landscape within me, displaced from the psychosis stratum of disorienting dissonance, attached ......Read More

... I Love You Unique yearning wobbled, dabbled, trembled in throbbing heart throttled the throat. Ardent ardour rested on folded petals of bl......Read More

...Privacy is a freedom of the past ubiquitous cell phones took that away, it was far too precious to ever last. We now record what neighbors do and say although we once talked to them fac......Read More

... i hate that my heart beats fast at the thought of you Submitted on April 10, 2023 for contest OPEN POETRY 6 sponsored by CHARLOTTE PUDDIFOOT......Read More

...Inspired by oil painting, Melancholy by Edvard Munch in 1891. Viewing the painting will help make sense of the poem. The sediment courses with questionable energy, murky and conspiratorial ......Read More

... Went back to the house of my childhood, now abandoned! The rusty gate creaked open… found the once-cherished garden uncared for.. tall trees have grown taller, bushes have spread with no contr......Read More

...Hair of honey brown and gold Simply gorgeous truth be told Eyes of steel gray, powder blue Pierce my heart that's what they do Rendered speechless at their sight Look right through me with a l......Read More