Clinking Poems - Poems about Clinking

...And the phone rings Your name splashed across my screen I answer but you are not there Were you ever? A thousand times my hand has hovered Balanced over your number Torn between wanting Kno......

Continue reading...

... There was an old man who marched in Dublin, danced to malachite past, wore shammocks lean. Guinness stout in clinking glass he drank whole night en masse. Through the ......

Continue reading...

...The awning of Ovis, a shade from the sun, Cast patterns of light, where her story begun. Not rain-streaked glass, but a warm, open space, Where her curly brown hair framed a captivating face. She......

Continue reading...

...Sometimes late at night, I dream of you, Your soft touch, how your love caressed me until all the noise, all the uncertainty would vanish. The slow thump of your heart would be all that I heard, ......

Continue reading...

...In the twilight of existence, as all closes like a withered flower, Monotony extends its tentacles over hearts, stores, and truths, Eyes blind to reality, souls struggle within their own darkness, ......

Continue reading...

... Written: January 10, 2025 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The stillness separates us — quivering quietly akin to the cusp of daybreak when whispers wane — it ......

Continue reading...

...Our baby is ten months old Today I heard a loud clinking sound in his mouth Chased him around the room Wrestled it out of there It was a pair of eyeglasses One lens was gone I hope they are m......

Continue reading...

...Crystal, half a flute-full. Catchphrase at midnight hour. Clinking blossoming glass. Carefree effervescence. Chilly sips with lipstick. Cradle of New Year, rocks. Calendar decks the wall. ......

Continue reading...

...Clinking, clinking I heard the clinking in repetition what could cause whatever object this is to make this clinking sound. Clink! The loudest sound yet. peaking my interest one's honest ......

Continue reading...

...Deus Volt I scream by my brother's side, a distinct bell rings measuring 39mm wide, high stepping over the deconstructed rubble, klashnikov volley is what's giving us trouble, our advancement thr......

Continue reading...

...night folds its endless hands— shadows stretch & scatter (aching) for warmth for a flicker. a mother whispers prayers, her voice a cradle— soft syllables swaying against the weight of exile......

Continue reading...

...Turning to merge with the happy herd, I heard clinking against frosty glass -- Ladyfingers escaping tiramisu, Followed by creamy swirls of Chocolate mousse -- And beckoned to their shelf, I ......

Continue reading...

...I savored the meal As well as one could Under the circumstances The schedule had been set There would be no delays A short shuffling walk An icy clinking of chains One seat – center stage The......

Continue reading...

...A leaf dried to brown maraca, rustles. Moon-beam driven breeze, curls in ears, whispers. Subtle call of summer's passing, puzzles. As green summer grass fades to grey, whiskers. You can hear th......

Continue reading...

...Strong are her hands, Darkened by summer’s touch, Now pale like ghosts in twilight's hush. Could these be her hands? Did they dip in scented creams By tranquil pleasure pools? Did they bathe ......

Continue reading...