Chests Poems - Poems about Chests

...We, the generation of '50, Time-travelers with stardust in our hair, with memories planted in pockets, Rooted in decades embraced by change, souls adorned with the dawn of the post-war world. We s......Read the rest...

...I was thinking of the last Dawn Service I took my mother to at the War Memorial on North Terrace, Adelaide…. Lest we Forget ANZAC in Australia A sparkling morning on dewy ground A crowd of peo......Read the rest...

...The sun is melting at a hundred and five degrees and the wind is swirling in the trees, the petals are opening wide in the skies and the motorcycles are rolling by. Hundreds of them in line rolling d......Read the rest...

...Finally, my blood began to coagulate between the bodies that's our fate this place of death dressed in red with the debris that covers the dead they lay so still, with the stench they wait We ......Read the rest...

...Is it too much Is it too much to ask to find that one, that one that makes your heart skip a beat the first time you see them Is it too much to ask when you accidentally touch for the first time ......Read the rest...

... Tears are not just drops That fall from the eyes Tears are messages Were written with an encrypted language And need deciphering Tears are not just drops That fall from the eyes Tears......Read the rest...

...blue eyes, deep and dazzling as the sea cheekbones sharper than a knife golden hair, soft to run a hand through he was a jewel a sapphire prince who, upon circumstances unknown stumbled into a ......Read the rest...

... He slept for sixty years then woke up with a start For the life of him he couldn’t tell things apart Ghettos still all filled with blacks War everywhere he turned Young folks......Read the rest...

... Once, so long ago, in love, we did believe A union was forged, forever to conceive But shattered dreams and promises untold Betrayal's wrath, our story now unfolds With heavy heart......Read the rest...

...In the bounded citadel of slumbering souls, Where the search is mute and the waiting - an unwritten world, Wrestling roots of unplanned love twist and coil, Bursting wild in the field where reason......Read the rest...

...In Heaven You're in a better home. There are no vicious attacks there but beautiful angels sing. Assured by the florist. Roses have no thorns, sorrow is always banished, discomfort exists ......Read the rest...

...THE FRUITY MEN ???????????????????????????? In shades of ebony, they stand tall Like Greek gods, muscular and all Their skin like midnight, rich and divine With strength that rivals the sweet......Read the rest...

... Containers come with different purposes as they hold, wage, measure and engage. From stone walls to fragile shells, blood vesse......Read the rest...

...Charred wood and ash stink, after fires in Garigal high-country. A single crow cries road-side, on a black tree-post guarding road kill – a round brown wallaby with feet stuck-up. Ash co......Read the rest...

...We shall return one day, to the golden age of silences, Where we once dreamt, and time has woven legends in waiting. We will pass through memories where the violin broke its voice, As a sweet-blue......Read the rest...