Curtailed Poems - Poems about Curtailed

There lived in bog a frog who was aloof, croaked string music, his clan called him a goof. Plunged in deep water for prey, swam struggling, kept risk at bay, seeing his friend, the fiddler on the roof. The frog ate the prey, swam back steadily, the fiddler strummed strings for him zestfully. Lost balance, from roof he fell, his forearm broke like...

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His memory is beginning to fade there are moments when he forgets her name though they’ve been married for thirty-five years. Through it all she maintains a bright charade because she knows, there is no one to blame her fears. Sometimes he speaks of moments long ago frayed fragments dredged from time’s jumbled arrears of people and ...

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How much peaceful it'd have been if one accepts herself with no tiff; If one accepts others in steps one'll have clear insight. Lets realize, none is perfect; accept one with all imperfect traits, makes rest to learn too; it's true; ills fade, just no dislike. And eventually love flows. Maybe your love, respect helps; shows ways to change their flaws they won't err, find new...

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Diving deep, it was dark, cold and slimy. Regulator dummy-splat gulps of air flowing free into lungs, bubbling blabs out. I struggled with the mud core collector, to swiftly exit hole hundred feet down. Just when the deed was all done and dusted, I sucked for gasp - a...

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Freedom for some Seagulls fill the air with joy anchored sailboats tug want to be free sail around the world alone, just as a Japanese fishing vessel did ending up on the shores of Canada. Alas, caught by the coast guard as it prepared to sail for Chile and Peru. Anchored in a lonely bay waiting for its captain...

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