Crumbles Poems - Poems about Crumbles

...I can’t believe I thought that there’d be no darkness when it’s dawn, I’ll be your queen of hearts, even if the cosmos did crack, ‘forever’ exists as an unseen reality, and the sun will always spr......Read the rest...

...Licking my wounds. Recovering from the pain. Is it supposed to feel this way? Empty, cold, and dejected. Ashamed of not enjoying it. Radiating heat filling me up from my pelvic floor. Somehow......Read the rest...

...As the clocks creep, unknown... again, my summer's call, of Calendulas, and Cotswold stone, crumbles, in compliance, that this, beauty, cannot be…here, just for me, alone. ......Read the rest...

...One of soft summer evenings is fading and passers go by Cappuccino in hand and a cig, you relax in delight Sick and happy you sit, and it must be your favorite style Or at least that's the way I r......Read the rest...

... "The Pages" Missing all those years like a page you could turn, a book you could throw casually aside, to be eternally forgotten in electric shady libraries; at som......Read the rest...

...It's the beginning of Fall, chilly days and boring days are ahead, he notices how tall are the pines that oversee all; a rambling guy whistles songs: does he have a destination in mind, or he s......Read the rest...

...The subway station heaves with muffled noise, The shuffle of countless feet against the grime, I am aware of unfounded disdain, Coursing between strangers in the city's bowels. The ancient fluo......Read the rest...

...In the abyss of a heavy silence, I feel like an anchor weighing down dreams, And the world seems an atlas that no longer knows how to bend me towards heights. I call tenderly for shadows that can p......Read the rest...

...They get tangled when crocheting. Much like hair, they weave dreams. It changes shape, changes form, when touched with barehand, it crumbles, triggers a storm. They say, 2.537 million light-......Read the rest...

...A young girl’s voice, lost in the data, cries out, "Why are we here?" Pixie Pixela, her words soft and low, murmurs, "This world is yours, dear, a garden for stories to grow." But her digital e......Read the rest...

...I follow others in search of fortune, I've made a decision to leave town; many love this boy's eyes so brown: on his goodbye he whistles a sad tune! Oh, this town beneath the greenest hill, ga......Read the rest...

...Unswerving in your sincere actions, stating the main purpose of intentions; no venom is excreted from enlarged veins without the fear of horrific moments! Be grateful for the ample kindness s......Read the rest...

...When I opened the gate of forgiveness with the calm longing of serene nights, I truly believed that the bolt of pain was forever sealed. But this is a hidden song that ceaselessly pours pearl upon ......Read the rest...

...The wall of russet brick, which, once resplendent, ever crumbles leaving gaps; a toothless grin slicing landscape. No longer the defendant between the plebeians and the crown within, the ancestra......Read the rest...

...as of heart’s desire a thought spiral is born designed to manifest a form with which our ego plays but if we be desireless the illusion crumbles......Read the rest...