Collin Poems - Poems about Collin

...We crept down a meandering country road, gravel crackling underneath our tires. The countryside stretched before us like a great quilt of golden, brown, and green squares held together by the thick g......Read the rest...

...Collin has loved Erin since first grade When he could not tie his shoe So, she got down on one knee And tied it for him With ginger hair and the bluest eyes She gave him a wink and a gentle pa......Read the rest...

...Two vagabonds With a dozen of dogs Around the half eaten bread A boy and a girl With the school bag and pink smile The beggar boy and the pigeons look blank Her boyfriend Collin Has sent ......Read the rest...

...It is now eleven at night She waltzes into my tense bedroom The owl looks with its eyes of light Disappears the threatening doomsday gloom About an hour or so ago Collin from the Sub-a......Read the rest...

...It's true Bunking its task in the blue sky Golden sunshine Lies down morose In sorrow Laying its head on the tree trunk Looking pale It surprises me As I see it smeared With ashes of fear ......Read the rest...

...In the beginning it is just a lovely cloud Collin comes across her in the coffee house One of his friends calls his attention Look, your mom is here, let’s go elsewhere A descent of birds......Read the rest...

...how quiet it must have been for you, michael collins... how calm it must have seemed for you, michael collins... how tranquil you must have felt up there alone with no one on the radio, except......Read the rest...

...So many sick rivers Of pain, shock and shiver Flow from longstanding wounds Of soul-chopping depression that surround Many islands next to you and me As a consequence of the malady Our develop......Read the rest...

...We've got anchors 1,200 miles away but we're mirror opposites anchors to hold us down from floating away or anchors to hold fast with a sinking ship we've taken on water for sure but that doesn'......Read the rest...

...I can see him in you, you know that might be the scariest thing Even your voice is his and I could listen for days I'd tell you all about him the stride from the mound the shot from the top o......Read the rest...

...a poem is a puzzlebox open and shut with a chimeraean key. and fay-like are the enterings it delves, where a moment is all had. now and then clinking to the sides. turn slowly. it will change as if t......Read the rest...

...You are the sun on my darkest day, You are my joy, my love, my pain. You are the smile that dries my tears, You are the calm that melts my fears. You are the blue that is my sky, The peaceful ......Read the rest...