Crawls Poems - Poems about Crawls

... It’s getting late and I can’t wait to sleep. Insomnia always has hold of me at bedtime. Tonight I feel hopeful of a visit from the sandman! My adult son and his buddies are drinking and playing......Read the rest...

...To move, a person crawls, then walks. Two wheels A frame with a seat That same person Takes the 3 and works them together Into a bike. Aha! To move, hop on, and pedal Understanding bl......Read the rest...

...You have breached the zone; tell me where else can the children roam? You have planted landmines on every corner and you have disrupted the social order. I hear sirens going off in my dreams and it c......Read the rest...

...If rain poured in susurrating sounds of unshed tears, will ungrateful dialects change their insincere expressions of speech, or will this unheard voice forever be lost as echoes with......Read the rest...

...Write your conquests on earth and stone Make your legends made to hone Make your story made to last Make it written in mold and cast Write your feelings of lonely and sad Write it, even i......Read the rest...

.... Babel: “A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers.” Alexander Smith The preachers preach what they've been taught. Reporters say what they’ve been to......Read the rest...

...Mornings come, but never stays Even as slow as a snail It crawls away Slowly but surely, it comes to night The lights fades and eyes deem wallowing in the darkness hoping that these dark nigh......Read the rest...

... A wife drops a sock on the floor, she bends down to pick it up and sees another sock under the bed and crawls under to retrieve it. She notices some dust has accumulated so she goes and gets the va......Read the rest...

...smoke sour and singed crawls from my lips. too deep I did go, now I’ve lost my wit. In a graveyard of ticks, I’ve dug my own bed. They drain me alive, then leave me with heads. Detached from th......Read the rest...

...The tongue of the serpent speaks Of forbidden fruit and lust And the fruit of the tree is plucked For the hand of man is weak One bite of the apple sweet And man is naked tossed In a world of......Read the rest...

... It’s hard to believe our neighbor’s daughter, Abby, just turned one… we’re amazed in a year how much she’s grown. to celebrate her momentous day…we gave her a Fisher-Price telephone. We know i......Read the rest...

...I stood up on the table to see what was there and the ground began to shake throwing objects all over the place; the tall building collapse and sinks instantly into the ground the house fell on its s......Read the rest...

...In the dark shadow is where they wait I can see them and hear them, up very late The sound of the tick tock drums in my head As I hide under the sheets of my cosy warm bed What is it? I w......Read the rest...

...Can you feel the ever fading sun, how the cold crawls over your skin; dark strands combine at the edge of vision? Can you hear their serene whispers - fragile and tentative fronds of affection - ......Read the rest...

...A mental landscape of shifting sand dunes. an intimation that something may be worth writing, A scrabbling creature crawls bedraggled out from a saturated darkness. A Scarab beetles shadow ta......Read the rest...