Deserted Poems - Poems about Deserted

...In ice cave or deep woods In multistories malls or deserted footpaths In prettiest arm of lover or deep sleeps Where do you dwell O! my dear In wars or peace ......Read More

...Deserted, isolated, all alone, The flowers breezing in the air, One step then two step, Walk through the mix flowers Of poppies, daisies and roses too, When will the flowers blossom ......Read More

... step … across the sill this haunted house walls of torn paper, dripping crumbling plaster ceilings hanging like rotten vines on this bony frame dark, broken windows, the empty eyes that s......Read More

... The brain-washed also washed. ‘Settled science’ led him forward confidently into a simulated life. It was while listening to the talking heads, pundits, and cognoscenti that he was struck by......Read More

...What is this resounding voice I hear Don't inconvenience me, is that clear? Don't ask for things out of reach Don't walk too late along that beach The sun will set, you'll be in the dar......Read More

...I have been dreaming, That I found a lover full of love and compassion, A beautiful mirage in my deserted life. Sometimes dreams seem to be tuning into reality, A beacon of hope shines on my st......Read More

...We were flying back after flattening Coventry, all of us cheerful, confident young men, all heroes. On the return landing, amazingly we ......Read More

... "Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house; can you hear the whispering? " Quote by _Constance La France My ancestral house I abandoned a long time ago, still flashes with lo......Read More

... “Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house, can you hear the whispering? " Quote by _Constance La France Standing before this old, dilap......Read More

..."Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house; can you hear the whispering? " Quote by _Constance La France Dark atmosphere surrounds deser......Read More

...I remember the summers of my youth in between boring academic years, working as a beach boy for some miserly few cents. The smell of the sea spray mingling with offensive smell of sweat of dw......Read More

... April was the koolest month we walked in the green uprising, to gather berries, would eat them as we trekked the crunching woods. It was1999 and the sky was clear for months after; we had ......Read More

...Frog in a Well By: Joanne Jin 1. The Frog I am the frog in a well: I do not speak; I do not move– I think of sundaes and sunshine and all the euphoria, But I can’t help but carry a he......Read More

... Oh, the beauty of nature The fullness of her stature The tranquil in her presence Harmony in its true sense. Oh, the glory in her flight She’s haloed by shining light Her door leads to a......Read More

... Bottle cap in the sand. forsaken barren beach. Towel colors once grand diminished by sun’s bleach. Tropical paradise long left barren by man. Hurricane a surprise, deserted without......Read More