Decorous Poems - Poems about Decorous

...Frustrating being a poet. If I am to write for you I do have to read your mind. So what are the words that arouse your passion? And why do you love that stew pot while you possess ballet that......Read the rest...

...Pope Frances It is a warm sunny day in Lisbon, the pope sits atop of Mercedes Jeep, he looks like an easy target for assassins Men in black suits and open jackets hurry alongside the jeep exc......Read the rest...

...Without light, the world is cold and dark. Sans decorous evergreens to light up the park. Cries in the night, flesh hidden from view. It’s a nightmare - a deep, unsettling brew. The sun, moon and......Read the rest...

...The Captain had a penny whistle Which he wore around his neck And he played it every morning As the crew danced on the deck. Sometimes it was a Hornpipe Sometimes a Palais Glide As the crew da......Read the rest...

...The Queen is dead; a kingdom mourns And all through her domain There will be countless tributes To her long amazing reign. Ascending to the throne so young, She ruled with style and grace And......Read the rest...

...A dog’s day It’s not that I’m lonely I like the beauty of the landscape without having anyone to interrupt my thoughts, telling me how nice it is. My dog sees my mini-Savannah as enemy territor......Read the rest...

...When in having or showing a seemingly moderate, most humble estimate of one's great merits, and importance, free from ones vanity, egotism, boastfulness, or grateful pretensions. When free from......Read the rest...

...The caricature of a gentleman, nameless, scorned, The infamous savage of the famous street was wobbling: Scruffy, shaggy, ruffed beared, tousled haired, Disheveled, there went the odious appearan......Read the rest...

...Tinkling trickles everywhere - bathroom, rain and coffee pot Roaring warmth from the heat source after clicked up one half notch Old soles of slippers whisper tales to......Read the rest...

...My sonnet has the temper of a screaming child because I'll not allow it to run free and wild Mired on a pad, it damns me. "I want to fly free!" "You're not ready," I whisper. "Put your......Read the rest...

...THE RUIN an Old English poem about fate & destiny modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch well-hewn was this wall-stone, till Wyrdes wrecked it and the Colossus sagged in......Read the rest...

...Long time no see Possibly display pic thee How are you with chores aplenty Along with thy sweet son dainty Suddenly we stopped communication Due to heavy schedules and perspiration Worried a l......Read the rest...

...Amidst the hills, there lays a greeny valley and a river flowing beside where it’s elixir dripping from the elevated peaks of hillocks, kissing the white creamy stones to churn, it into dec......Read the rest...

...Rancorous bile spits from the screen like a dragon’s bad breath Venom and distasteful acrimony captures an innocent monitor An irritating display of malicious vitriol exposes malevolence Vin......Read the rest...

...The bowl of fruit left on the table to wither and rot by those unable. Those whose minds are shattered by death, whose minds are weakened and bereft. There cliché exhibit they concede, tells of ......Read the rest...