Dried Up Poems - Poems about Dried Up

...I want to do all so I don't do anything at all. My heart is beating fast and I don't know why. I am not attending at tutoring every monday because I am scared people in my class are going to laugh ......Read the rest...

... "For a Painted Daisy every day is a new beginning to start again, to find beauty in small things, like a butterfly caress or a bee kiss." ......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I gazed in wonderment at your majestic crimson trumpet dazzling like the dawning sun. You gracefully unfurled silken veils, revealing hidden treasures of gold and......Read the rest...

... Petals, leaves and thorns Dwelling on the same bough Dance together with breeze ......Read the rest...

...She gave me all Made me stood tall Like an iroko tree She stood by me I could remember her smiles As we walk under the gentle moon for miles She dried my tears And helped me fought my ......Read the rest...

... 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...

...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...