Dried Poems - Poems about Dried

... I am sorry I don't know if I am having fun, writing poets of bullets running through my head of gun. But blood there is none.. Maybe I have already bleed some. Dried out the wounds had become.......Read the rest...

...The exterior mirrors from within reflect Saddened universes, known only to their shadows. Not in the fears of the night, nor in the day’s bright gleam, But in the diffuse light where silence bloss......Read the rest...

...Mother’s Day-Three Years Later I may speak to you as a still portrait on the wall no wailing ghosts don’t present only those of memories especially clasping the cross between my fing......Read the rest...

... Our love was like the afternoon sun, that melted those New York City streets. But you treated me like dried-up grass, that just crumbled underneath your feet. I can’t be who you want me to b......Read the rest...

...Daddy potato head was using his hoe in a wicked way Chopping up parsley and rhubarb, throwing it past Monday Tuesday did not like it, it is shriveled and dried up he said. Daddy Potato head did no......Read the rest...

...I like my soup fresh. Not that stuff from cans or dried-up in packets. Soup needs time to simmer ... Releasing savory ingredients from around the world That recipes intend to convey. Impossible ......Read the rest...

...Now all our crops are in and larders full, so we’re ready for wicked winter’s worst when we face those freezing Arctic attacks. We have in our store: dried fruits, roots and nuts along with sev......Read the rest...

...When some men of faith brought a paralytic to be healed, Opening the roof when they placed his bed before Jesus When the forgiving grace of the almighty was revealed The fault-finders placed befor......Read the rest...

...In the realm of shadow where memories are born and die unnaturally, And stars watch in silence, reflecting celestial nostalgias. The Moon dresses in the silk of night, preparing for union, With th......Read the rest...

...Whispered with no sounds . I heard with no ears . words shook my grounds . Fade away my fears. There I was waiting. Dried up under raining . Ready to soar up the earth and sky . For I need n......Read the rest...

...A flattened rose mumbles An old cracked button chuckles Tickled by a 2nd place ribbon In the corner a tattered doll weeps Comically consoled by a one-eyed bear Ballet slippers long for a pointed......Read the rest...

...HER FEET IS SMOTHERED BY MOSS, HER ARMS SPROUTING MUSHROOMS, HER LEAFY FINGERS, HER IMPOTENT EYES, HER HAIR HOUSES NESTLINGS, FROZEN BRAIN WITH REBUFFED THOUGHTS, FAINT HEARTED, HER LIPS READ ......Read the rest...

... I Friend, whatever brought your life to end had no appetite for mouse flesh, nudged your small gray body on its side with a thorough sniff and left your corpse exposed on the asphalt path, ......Read the rest...

...Ella Fitzgerald (1917 – 1996) In the midst of stale fog – Is it day or night? The dimmed dishevelled lights don’t give a bass clef Whilst notes made syncopated love at the bar A tsunami of dis......Read the rest...

... Pile of dried branches fuel for October’s bonfires— Haven for wildlife ......Read the rest...