Climbs Poems - Poems about Climbs

...The devil sleeps in the hearts of men, When silence speaks no need of pen, Veiled, a puppet master pulling strings, Empathy dangling as the devil sings. Humanity resides in dreams despair, Hop......Read the rest...

...My imagined life is saturated in color Thoughts drip decadent gemstone hues against a backdrop pouting purple wrapped in shades of electric blue Life around us blooms skin drenched in marigold ......Read the rest...

...neglected fruit trees moss covers old water trough ivy climbs through fence *My grandfather was always outside cleaning the brush away and now that he's passed it's just left undone.*......Read the rest...

...yet and still like the longhorns on the hill laugh along, laugh a lot like yak and oxen at the thought ......Read the rest...

... sun climbs big cloud hill ribbon rays ink silhouette vultures feast fresh meat......Read the rest...

...When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows, Soft golden hues dance upon the grass, Awakening flowers that sleep below, Whispers of magic in the air, as they pass. The world is still, wrapped in a ......Read the rest...

... Written: April 26, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Awakening, my soul climbs to pure bliss, The vertex wobble, swayed by the sun's kiss. A flame within m......Read the rest...

...The barred owl - is he really wise? He climbs trees instead of flies. It is mostly in this regard That he runs the risk of being disbarred.......Read the rest...

...A sly inflection shifts the paradigm. Rambling renaissance men without a clue. Notable declensions; mismanaged time. Skewing the truth and balance of value. When paying mind to another's succes......Read the rest...

...Out of her cage. She was so sage. She knew it was her last day. She has become too tired to play. Spare some grief, let in the doubt. The door to this room is the only way out. An old towel is ......Read the rest...

...My eyes open with the morning to witness the break of dawn and we waited quietly in the room for the signal to begin our journey at noon. The instructions were clear and everyone was briefed on wh......Read the rest...

...I have seen that house a hundred times, The one upon which the old vine climbs. So poignant and so melancholy, That place had once been the omphali. Now it was abandoned, dark, and drear And see......Read the rest...

...The image of you in bed holds me Your back turned to me curled Your being waiting to be spooned Like a warm scoop of ice cream Dripping with sentiment I rise I know today you will leave me Th......Read the rest...

...Risking the absurd and death in every verse, The poet, like an acrobat, swings over the heads of The crowd, in a world where writing is a tightrope act And rhyme is the ladder to the lofty heavens......Read the rest...

...He sits in the attic all day, trimming his fur A creature without a name or a country Climbs into my closet an hour before bedtime I sense him, but cannot see him For he can be invisible when he ......Read the rest...