Classic Poems - Poems about Classic

The lady had her day Of bright lips and mystery In summer she was Muskeg Each winter a monsoon It was as monet Her refusal to weep And had my courtship Proven less lissome If I had not cast lots With vagabonds and dreadnaughts Then perhaps, say I, perhaps Time would not be vain And the lady Still ever vivid in circumstance And moon fall...

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"Sunsets are so beautiful that they almost seem as if we were looking through the gates of heaven." ...

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On Super Bowl Night, there was no joy in Kansas City. Nearly all Chiefs fans were overwhelmed with despondency. The tight end for the team was Travis Kelce. His face prominently displayed utter melancholy. As the Eagles powered their way and ran up the score, Travis looked like a little boy lost in a department store. His teammates all appeared to...

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high up in the trees birds stare down poised to attack black and white terror great white shark circling silent deadly predator... need a bigger boat in the Bates Motel psycho killer qu'est-ce que c'est... don't tell your mother...

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Just because television is a bore writing a poem is less a chore I can live in a scribble where words soar Minds that ripple the universe forevermore Because I am envious of your style Yours is limitless like silver smile You are cool like a sculptured rock Turquoise jewel of classic hip hop Because I think too much all the time And want...

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in the 1940s many movie comedies dealt with heaven hell, reincarnation, the devil, angels, body snatching I get a channel called Classic Reel with my Roku The movies shown are from the 30’s, 40’s, 50’s and 60’s I saw three of these shows this week the one about hell was spooky in black and white maybe more creepy than if it...

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The tortuous and hare timeless story a vain hare assumed his automatic glory. He made the mistake of assuming time a friend, while the slow but ever moving tortuous made his way to the race end!...

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Foolish girl, keep away from frustration and pain only concentrate on your books, happiness and future; so many girls think their thoughts are really mature; will they take them far in life? It's not time for rain! At fifteen you shouldn't think about dating; spoiled girl, stop wiggling, stop laughing: realize that I'm old enough to be your dad; I'm going...

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I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white. My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight. My owner loved his old cars, saying 'they don't make them like they used to;' And I enjoyed getting out upon the open road, to show him what I could do. My fellow cars...

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~ Cogito, ergo sum. ~ I cogitate ere I go to Wherever I am...

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I am a classic wine, brewed to last the taste of time, A vintage soul, in the rhythm of life's sweet rhyme. Uncork the years, let memories pour and swirl, Each sip, a tale, in this celebratory twirl. Unapologetic in essence, like a bold red blend, A symphony of moments, from start to end. In the cellar of experience, aged to...

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Not A Classic Poet I write with meter, like to rhyme; Start lines with Capitals, make phrases chime. But quickly clear it is that I’m Not a classic poet. Not Wordsworth, Coleridge or Poe Not Browning, Plath nor Longfellow. I’ve never read a Shakespeare, so I’m not a classic poet. Though aiming to be conscientious I lack the urge to be pretentious. And though occasionally tendentious, I’m...

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I am a sports car round and sheik I flash my headlights for him to see I'm a caramel classic on new black streets 67 model cushiony satin seats I'm not bragging that's not my style Reveal my grill is to steal his smile I've got speed still and make him proud Not too many dents not too many miles I was manufactured by...

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he gazed at her face and immediately juxtaposed two divergent elements, the sun and the moon in contrast to her smile that glowed with radiance just like the sun, her dine eyes symbolising the moon held a pinch of melancholic charm in them...

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Classic rock Played so softly Zooming Grooving Got it playing So quietly Though it’s kind Of metal Rocking But It brings back Cool memories And I love My music But all those commercials But even those There so funny Always selling insurance And always pushing Warranties Offering tidbits About John Lennon And Michael Jackson Buying all Beatles Music rights And I guess That’s why Sir McCartney Suddenly embraced Michael Jackson And loved all His music When before We wasn’t...

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