Creasing Poems - Poems about Creasing

...There are wrinkles Now, lines erasing a past Where the fine contours of her face Were drawn, in color Crisp, clean lineages from Time echoing hope, Soothing away the fragments Reality connect......Read the rest...

...rough coarse, harsh, creasing, wrinkling, crumpling vandal, hooligan, uniformity, evenness, furbishing, steamrolling, ironing creamy......Read the rest...

... Her hands were forever moving, occupied with work Leaving trails of memories across my heart Whispering hope to my spirit Silencing my worries and fears Lighting the way for serenity T......Read the rest...

...Steel water in milky mist Ripples creasing the duck’s vee The boat’s horn blaring......Read the rest...

...I lay awake this night only thinking of you tossing and turning with only you running through my mind, my hand gently touching your face as if it were a cloud created by God. I yearn for my lips to t......Read the rest...

...I do bitterly fault your restless digits, slatternly time; Your agile dial's design I defy with mutinous rhyme. What's the veiled intent of your lightning procession, Against this snail-mover's b......Read the rest...

...Every dark road traveled, every pain and loss suffered, etched deep in the face. All the hardships endured bruising the eyes, the grief and heartache down turning the mouth. Giving up on c......Read the rest...

...let them fall without creasing.fragrant line teardrops one by one they drop if I bottle it up, and they no longer fall I will die a little inside a release of anxiety or maybe what's lost each......Read the rest...

...Sometimes when I get a little bored, my hands will roam... folding, creasing, creating life from simple pieces of colored paper that, I will turn into dragons or birds. Once, I crea......Read the rest...

...It happened the first day of Spring: a cuckoo in drag tried to sing; the lambs and the chicks were getting their kicks by b*tching about all 'her' bling. The cuckoo was in for a shock; they p......Read the rest...

...The Marshutka travels down the jarring road, and just as in life, we are unsure of the hurdles we will encounter along our winding journey. The torn and chalky seat carries each of you,......Read the rest...

...Bruce A lumbering man, audibly achily, stepped to the floor’s center. Had there been a spotlight, he’d’a shone. His arms unfurled. His hips spun. His soles, silent as he padded here, th......Read the rest...

...Grass comes apart wen I lie down on it Seperate and flat Youth is seperate, lives unto itself No need to glance in a mirror, see the damage done by the surgeon of years, see hanging fl......Read the rest...

...Memories of you talking, Simply talking to me, About your day, About a new song you heard lately, About how you like worn out jeans, And how you fangirl over John Mayer. Memories of you smili......Read the rest...

...Creasing Out Happiness My little luxuries of life I refuse to barter With Solomon's or Queen Sheba's treasures Its ecstasy bewitches and beguiles me As pirates to laden vessels to surfeit Sc......Read the rest...