Dredge Poems - Poems about Dredge

...I was walking along the beach, aware of sight and sound. The landscape had much to teach, from the sky to the ground. The sand shifted under my feet, fine grains, soft and dry. The kind that ......Read the rest...

...increasing dark swallows shadows evening stars dull till black intoxicating to deduce some logic more time to induce that take a dream and send ......Read the rest...

...Every so often I let my young self-take me back to the past. A time when I had just met my husband. We would go camping and fishing on the Callahan Mountain in Oregon. Of course, he did love his hunt......Read the rest...

...His Version of Mail It Please don’t question yourself, please don’t give me a second thought, who am I to live in your mind after all of the turmoil I brought? Believe me you don’t want to do thi......Read the rest...

...On the cliff at the Worm’s Head High above the horns of the bay I see the surfers ride great waves With horses’ manes That ever fail, but never end In the strong Atlantic surge......Read the rest...

...What a curtain Bisbee has That keeps Mexico subdued And influences the lands From which the Sierra was hewn. What purple folds keep Oaxaca As a fortress in the sky Breaking only in P......Read the rest...

...Ohiopyle, Pennsylvania circa early 1970'S (just in time for end of summer reading... recounting emotionally disastrous campy turbulence) intended food for thought indulgence. A boys' life ab......Read the rest...

...I hope whoever is reading these words, May they read into your life in some way Let us go and walk down by the river's edge Clear our minds of the negative dredges. First, reach deep, deeper d......Read the rest...

...A flash of colour, fast in flight Oh kingfisher, what joy you incite This walk on just a simple day Attempt to shed layers of grey You are here with orange and blue My mood is switched to differ......Read the rest...

...Has old Mark Rutter, been spun to the gutter? Have reason begun now to be seen? Is he sad for The bad? Are the Dutch now glad? Is the national scene; more serene? Will They send him some clogs......Read the rest...

...In ‘50s India, an era of forbidden pre-marital love, Where such love would give scorn to family’s name space, Some teens would stare, and smile at each other with love, In the crowded venues of f......Read the rest...

...I work hard to drain the pain of the everyday simple things wiping away my tears with the next stain of empathy. thinking I’ve grasped the next day ahead of me only to have my memories take a hold ......Read the rest...

...“To die … will be an awfully big adventure.” - J.M. Barrie ~ grown gray, had I, with stiffened bones the pains and aches that old age owns yet I could still dredge up......Read the rest...

...moved around so fast outran traces of my past contacts I'd amassed with little hesitation lost sight of situation not stabilizing life without compromising 'til next uprising left holding t......Read the rest...

...Serenading you with my sincerity assembling praises in your name your one glance falls in place a thousand emotions it resurrects. Dawn is the new dusk you pretend and wave it off but the be......Read the rest...