Crisply Poems - Poems about Crisply

...Catastrophe, no I'm not bitter The wind caresses my margins Children tickle my cold veins I float to the terrain For Oak Kin to ......Read the rest...

... When heinous fangs of life drain the amethyst glow flowing above infected ripples of time, I question the chaos that claims serenity through saline serenade of sirens, composed ......Read the rest...

...FICTIONAL BIO: The missus asked me (hitherto known as her bozo) just mere moments ago to craft humorous poem to glow nsync with the shiny nose of Rudolph keeping syncopated metrical flow thu......Read the rest...

... gold leaf impressions spiral crisply through cooled wind~ ......Read the rest...

...I want you to know That I love you more Than all of my Octobers Which is not to say There are a lot of them Even though there are But what I mean is I love you more warmly Than hot cinnamo......Read the rest...

... Destined for the dew drenched dawn, Awaiting alabaster aura, amazing asters, In every color, crimson and copper, cerulean Bold, blazing beauties, bringing brilliance, Stardust sile......Read the rest...

...Xanadu may exude such percussive bliss Youthful romps and a coy stolen kiss Lightly tapping in jaunty melifulous splendor Orpheus muse prances playfully tender P...Read the rest...

...the button down shirt crisply pressed and impressive - backwards, inside-out......Read the rest...

...Delving down deep into the inkwell of our cavernous hearts A cascade of colors crisply careen out creating a crescendo To fill the blank canvas awaiting us all on the easel of life......Read the rest...

...The images come into view, so crisply, sharp displayed; Soon, but an after-image glow, as they begin to fade… If blue’s the hue, the story ends - you wake up in your be......Read the rest...

...under a broad sign “Silvan Reservoir Park” I turn the steering wheel and see wristwatch hands pointing to a quarter past three in the afternoon there is enough time for tea and biscuits by the ......Read the rest...

...A Gentleman's Trappings Crisply pressed suits hang in a dark closet Starched white shirts lie untouched in dresser drawers Bland ties hang limply awaiting his touch Highly shined black shoes an......Read the rest...

...THE tongue makes words so hungry but i love you and i hate you //a charter crisply straying jig-saw shape across the secret-corner promises a love for you when with you i do not wish to ......Read the rest...

...Where do I draw my bilateral line in a polycultural sandbox? In-between a merely personal traumatic severing excommunicating dispassionate divesting divorcing marginalizing loss and suffer......Read the rest...

...Just a couple months ago my wife and I were sitting, Both with old and tired feet submerged, out on the dock. She wrapped one arm around my back and softly said to me, “Fred, do you remember what ......Read the rest...