Cleaves Poems - Poems about Cleaves

...I had fun brushing the sky, with its impeccable blue, then a sweep here and there of cloud’s silvery lining. A few waffled spots amplified the intensity of hue. Screws lightly driven at the base......Read the rest...

... "I have seen and heard the vibrancy of dreams, and the way of the crossings-through the ills and through the barriered things." A fleeting spark that perceives, I, have s......Read the rest...

...Through arches of time, a corridor unfolds, A door swings wide, and history it holds. A nameless procession, a river that streams, Each soul a droplet, in the flow of dreams. Little self-den......Read the rest...

... November 19 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Galatians 4-6 Key Verse – Galatians 4:6 And because ye are sons, God hath sent forth the Spirit of his Son into your hearts, crying......Read the rest...

... strife heaves life torn love cleaves forlorn ......Read the rest...

...LATE BLOOMER sun highlights the bod of oak bark - Autumn knight CLINGERS won’t let go - cling to puppy love, its branches CLEAVERS cleaves to old relationship vow -......Read the rest...

... As youth’s bright flame slowly fades to gray Time’s hand weaves its threads of silver hue Each dawn’s the same, we count another day Our memory cleaves, and aging faces view Yet ......Read the rest...

...I stood on the tip of the top of the cliff and looked down, Though valleys seemed colorful, scenes deep down were grey and brown; A few freshwater streams were springing from filmy fountains, Lo, ......Read the rest...

...Lindsey is Olde English for “Linden Tree by the brook”, A tree universal, celebrated in many cultures being namely, Doctor Tree, of Health, Feminine Arts, nook, Of soothing calm, Light, Truth, an ......Read the rest...

...Everything around is quiet, not a sound could be heard, except for the engine running up and down the street and the ticking clock erupting my heart beat. I hear the sound of music, a yonder ridin......Read the rest...

... The lamps inside my home are quite unique; Mid-Century Modern- those styles still speak. All those remaining now are deemed antique: the sixties and the seventies mystique......Read the rest...

...Oh, fair and lovely maiden, I doth profess That thou art the sun in my darkened night The very breath that gives life to my chest, And my heart's delight with thy eyes so bright Thou art a rose......Read the rest...

...Divorce is not flight nor sacrifice It's closer to a bonfire of half of me It’s not disowning mothers for elation Divorce is unnatural among parrots Parents come back to feed their young Fled......Read the rest...

...Ocean turmoil waves thrash with pure fury Remote stalwart lighthouse on bed of rock Shaft of light warning ship sails securely Wild elements bombard around the clock. On the darkest of ......Read the rest...

...Listen to the wind's whispering to the leaves, man leaves mother and father, to his wife he cleaves. The two together shall then become as one you see, the bond of man and woman, children there s......Read the rest...