Clara Poems - Poems about Clara

...Morning, bright morning, your promise has come Morning, bright morning, new birth of the sun Into your arms I bathe in reflection Into your warmth I strip off my fear Into your heart I ......Read More

...You turn me on And you make me laugh I just want to be near you Feel your presence close to me I just want to kiss you You make me giddy and thankful Bring out the best of my energy I'm ent......Read More

...Sitting at a table I met a woman of ethical means Surrounded by trees, warm, green, contrast Arrives this woman, vibrant, driven, the silence broken a little Jousting through early minutes o......Read More

...I've BEEN invited alone into a carefully distinct sex whose sharp fangs comb my thoughts so ghost Within these disarrayed eyes from ground into green zinc coffin with mask i ......Read More

...Giggles would erupt at just her tender touch! Then, but a babe of four, I can almost feel it still. Grandma, will you tickle me? I’d say when she sat down. Together, we w......Read More

...Alan Allston ate an addictive piece of cake. Bertie bounced his bouncy ball by the bus stop but his brother caught the bouncy ball before the bus came. Claire, Clara, Chloe and co built a sculpture......Read More

... from island corner, big Antrim lad to Belfast city, a tiny pad shattered windows, tilted clocks Goliath had lost his socks gargantuan giant going mad Armagh apple girl, any topic......Read More

...This is, as indicated, the 2nd HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 2 parts. The 1st HALF can be accessed, of course, by g......Read More

...The Clerihew A form of poetry known by few. Upon hearing the word for the first time, I looked up and queried, Clara Who? Judy Ball A struggling, obscure poet, Wrote verse because she enj......Read More

...Life is way too short for some, and far too long for others - “Says here, ‘Lester Kiblingworth - a former county sheriff - and oldest man in Sidwell, passed away at one-oh-three,’” I announced......Read More

...Puffy fat potato heads, skinny stockings sewn, bunched and hunched in bedrooms where they’re scattered, scrapped, or thrown. Clara, Dolly, Elmo, Sally, three wise sisters, Mr. mittens; shoes a......Read More

...Rainha Sempre em todos os tempos hoje deixe a voz de sua rainha interior vir para fora alta e clara, você rainha é forte, é autêntica, hoje seja você, e você rainha dentro de você fica......Read More

...Well, this morning began “a fine kettle of fish” to my taste (ambiguity present and somewhat ironic), no waste of intent here. ‘Walk’ mentioned proforma, ‘glazed doughnut’ from Stan’s (1) tasked, ......Read More

...Hail "Ha," Well Met! “Ha’s” a friend who I cherished and felt cherished by More than sister or brother, our parents were sky Overhead, sun, moon, stars that still glow in......Read More

...My little princess, Sarah. We fought over names. From Clara To Sierra. We bought our princess her first pair of Shoes. They were pink with eyes painted on front. A rarity. A product o......Read More