Cobwebby Poems - Poems about Cobwebby

...A cobwebby, antiquated and moldy. Folded pages marked by dried tears and pressed flower from an unforgettable love from former sweetheart. A classical romance, aged and lovingly kept in betwe......Read the rest...

... A clutter of wood and dust in cobwebby corners, and dappled sun shining through dirty windows; on his work table a drawing: a project in progress, and tin cans and jars for nails and scr......Read the rest...

... A clutter of wood and dust in cobwebby corners, and dappled sun shining through dirty windows; on his work table a drawing; a project in progress, and tin cans and jars of nails and......Read the rest...

..."Father does not see the mournful sad tears, that fall on a mossy stone; O, my broken heart weeps. And I recall running into your open arms a little girl innocent, you we......Read the rest...

...There is a woodpile in my in-laws’ cellar, and some coal, but other rumored things also. And it has been there a long time since anyone tripped down these broken concrete steps. Maybe twenty or thi......Read the rest...

...swoosh of the vacuum swipe of cloth in circular patterns. climbing up step stool. snatching away cobwebby art. searching for spaces to permanently stash. sensuous path of cleaning cupboards a......Read the rest...

...Some conspicuous lice met once or twice With white follicle mites who came out at night And an upside down tick who did magic tricks That entertained maggots who shared roasted haggis With pole......Read the rest...

... "Father does not see the mournful sad tears, that fall on a mossy stone; O, my broken heart bleeds." And I recall running into your open arms a little girl innocent, ......Read the rest...

... A clutter of wood and dust and cobwebby corners, And dappled sun shining through dirty windows; On his work table a drawing; a project in progress, And tin cans and jars of nails and......Read the rest...

... You never see the tears I weep father on your mossy stone, Until we meet again in Heaven you are safe within my heart; We had a special bond, the perfect, father and daughter team, ......Read the rest...

...Long-winged smoky wisps curling up Now drifting like wind driven clouds Then swirling like cobwebby curtains Screaming sirens outside the house Circling about darkening the hamlets Outside the room ......Read the rest...