Crunching Poems - Poems about Crunching

...by cherbo geeplay Sometimes I swear I see the clouds closing in, always like a high tide boiling the ocean waves. Now I can't move my limbs and immobile tongue. I am speechless in a......Read the rest...

...my neck hurts often somewhere in the complexity of my moving parts is the problem unidentified I am likely the cause of this crunching pain I close my eyes to wis......Read the rest...

...Im not good nor great at poetry But when i read other peoples poetry Its like looking at the night sky I see the constellations up high And then i start contemplating my complications Of how ......Read the rest...

... The Window To My Serenity Through stained glass, into the soul of my idyllic garden, What eyes have seen your beauty, reflections in a s......Read the rest...

...I feel enraged Stuck in this cage The Black dog beside me The pushing down My mask isn't working I manage to frown When I'm out on a social. I afix the mask it's a front Most think that ev......Read the rest...

...The trees are bare, but the mountains are golden In this early morning sunrise, someone captured on video While some are sleeping, still caught in the night Such perfect moments pass us by, out of......Read the rest...

...Spring still knows me Out, about and carefree, Wandering a flower bed Nurturing the blooms ahead Summer does not see Very much of me, Hiding behind the shades Until the heat fades Autumn......Read the rest...

... It was a harsh, hard going season. “It’s a dying winter, lad,” he said, crunching words around, a gnawed pipe stem. Briefly embers sought a place to disappear. Cinder gray eyes, set deep in......Read the rest...

... falling from the tree's autumn leaves paint the ground a colorful quilt. crunching underfoot the sound of nostalgia memories of fall red, orange, and gold a firework display of nature soon to fad......Read the rest...

...What we own ... or what we owe, Is more than numbers on a balance sheet. Yet we're often reduced to a figure, That claims existence before we meet. So we hustle to settle the score, ......Read the rest...

...This is a poem request on my Instagram page (Daisy Meadows) where I show my first book published. Little Daisy Poetry by Daisy Meadows. WINTER There's a chill in the air, And a blanket of pu......Read the rest...

... I approach the wooded trails and hear nothing save for my footfalls crunching in the soft snow. It is the kind of winter day that even a feather falls without drifting one way or the other.......Read the rest...

...I approach the wooded trails and hear nothing save for my footfalls crunching in the soft snow. It is the kind of winter day that even a feather falls without drifting one way or the other. The trees......Read the rest...

...The day grows old. The sun slowly sinks down beneath the tops of the trees. The fog casts beams of moonlight into sepia tones. The path before my feet feels like an invitation to my soles, as if it w......Read the rest...

... Outside the window Trees are painted red and gold And the yard outside Is overflown with leaves. Squirrels chase each other Crunching over the orange foliage Around the bushes And up the t......Read the rest...