Congealed Poems - Poems about Congealed

... I like the accidental, incidental way- the mist kisses and lifts from the timberline, like angelic lung that breathes it all in, drifts to the next flowering, a honey bee in a land o......Read the rest...

... In the ebony night time stops to flow, the still hands of the impetus clock freeze the timeless infinite pathos in congealed instants for listless life wandering on the shadows of past, star......Read the rest...

... Time turns on wrinkled canvas, winter spider in twilight hour weaves senility web, empty eyes wander in wasteland. Hedonist psyche refuses to gauge the grief of loss. Face morphs into ......Read the rest...

... The chilled whisper of the northern wind floats in frozen air with the finesse of ballerina snowflakes, attuned to the rustle of the frosted leaves inertly aligned, serenading the my......Read the rest...

... I travel unravel far scene unseen, concealed congealed under future shroud of obscure time cloud last mile of wile walking thinking what’s that lies beyond eyes path ancient di......Read the rest...

... In the moonlit night of dreams, on the maiden voyage of supreme grandeur, destiny weaves in the arctic waters a tragic tale. As I stand on the sinking Titanic deck, and hear the symphony o......Read the rest...

...I pushed at the open door no sound just darkness inside. Dust filtered my nostrils, a mustiness of lost years inhabited my senses. A loose floorboard creaked in the stairwell, the ......Read the rest...

...The porch-potted have attenuated into stick insects. Geraniums are hallowed be dark moons, Fragility turns to desiccation. The red tin watering can is iced over by a fallen sun. Of a sudden......Read the rest...

... in winter of congealed land the poignant stream froze in the desolate valley of chilled flowers unseen in the hills of blues the spring of revived longing melted glacier of innate hearty c......Read the rest...

... Shadows hiss_per, of secret, buildup-congealed, no longer trapped within curiosity's seals. Oceans of thoughts crash, unrested, on the rocks and hard-placed reveal of fait......Read the rest...

...What I the things I choose to write about Come through my pen unto me Out of seemingly nowhere apparently So even I myself seldom do not know The places where my imagination goes ......Read the rest...

... Next door was a paddock of long grass and a graveyard for dumped machinery. Rusted out boilers, cogs, wheels and huge presses were piled high and begged for the sure foot of a boy to climb ......Read the rest...

..."Without love, we are birds with broken wings" - Mitch Albom In the rippling air glided the gold sequin shower from the opalescent autumn sky’s crystalline sea. As the jade foliage mor......Read the rest...

...It’s the things we love that destroy us Taken inside beyond cover and shield Killing us softly killing us sure Lambs to the slaughter —heartache congealed (Dreamsleep: August, 2023)......Read the rest...

...Life ain't no bed of roses We're not destined to drown in a pit of despair Aguish is unknown until flesh grazes a blade of barbed brair A prickle that pricks A nettle that nicks and stings ......Read the rest...