Crusted Poems - Poems about Crusted

...BREAKING THE SILENCE : NO MORE Sponsored by Ink Empress Glass shattered a Saturday afternoon tea ~ Silence holds steady black fleeced momentum for its own ripping when lightning as whi......

Continue reading...

...The gift of life is a loaf of love Wrapped in the warmth of its sharing And its supreme nourishment is the crusted peace of each shared slice:-......

Continue reading...

...The Wanderer, Part II Awakening, the friendless man confronts the murky waves, the seabirds bathing, broadening out their feathers, the hoar-frost, harrowing hail & snow eternally falling… Th......

Continue reading...

...That rainbow, the colors, the shimmer and glow! But what do I know of light refraction? This Medical Illustration Man has been drawn with only nerve and bone. He's got a lot of nerve! A dand......

Continue reading...

...It’s cold It snowed I shivered I shoveled A Solstice sun Silently smirked Iridescent icicles Licked their lips A crunch of crusted snow Battled the scritch of shovels Headless snowmen Wand......

Continue reading...

...I might raise both of my eyebrows. Even though I just walked away after comments others make. We crash on each other yet again, I mean, since when have we not? But asking, if something is going ......

Continue reading...

... Pulp wrung out of sunset squeeze Chinese dragon clouds make mandarin marquees Purple curtain shrouds Folks without homes nobody sees Electrified skies spark dust to fl......

Continue reading...

...And yet the Sun did rise again to warm a broken scene It peered through ruined window frames where coloured glass had been Inside, beneath a vanquished roof, before an alter, smashed She waits in ......

Continue reading...

...Well, it's half-past September. Autumn and Fall are having their annual jurisdictional dispute As to boundaries and length of contract. The leaves are either burnt, flaming, a-flame, Blushing, s......

Continue reading...

...It is ironic that those who guard the gates of poetry rarely, if ever, manage to enter into it themselves. I came in through a secret back door, a door hidden from the eyes of the world, wh......

Continue reading...

...blossom of baby's breath soft white gorse crusted yellow weeping willow rush patterned lace  pasture in pastel green buttercup daisy comely cowslip mingle &mix in fellowship swaying pe......

Continue reading...

...Tumble the marble blue and green, quarter and three read hue manatee, tea wistfully crusted in the wind blow. Apple cherry and pineapple, all good, delicious and decadent in flavor sips, caref......

Continue reading...

...Blossom of baby's breath soft white dusted my shoes in the morning light Brushing gorse crusted yellow over the stream with a weeping willow Into the wood of rush patterned lace ......

Continue reading...

... There is a sense of trespass on this frost enameled morning as I leave my footprints graffitied across the white grass, sending the noise of every step to crunch my presence into a wide, f......

Continue reading...

... poet, you called me? oh no - that’s not I ... there's truly just ONE he writes ‘pon the sky of sunsets and stars of space without end ......

Continue reading...