Drier Poems - Poems about Drier

...my poetry is dead and I will follow soon my words haunt and I can no longer give them their weight I always thought I was an opener that I help those around me, with a word, with my presence, w......Read the rest...

... Once we were a matching pair, some days we’d get downbeat as we both couldn't abide the stench of sweaty cheesy feet! Our male owner would pop us in the washing machine with wa......Read the rest...

...My hands are almost always wet from my sweat And I always find it so gross, but it won’t stop Sometimes my hands won’t sweat because I forget Then I realize my hands are dry, now it’s a flop I wi......Read the rest...

...As for Mornings The skin on my feet crinkles and looks like an old newspaper left out in the sun, I have five pairs of shorts and can use none I have bought a cream for dry skin, but first, I nee......Read the rest...

...I’ve always wanted to climb a cliff Straight up Without rope Unless the guide insists It’s not about reaching the top Though helpful So what Just climb, don’t stop I’ll pinpoint each gra......Read the rest...

...This beach without shady palm trees is the chosen playground of harsh winds, its sand is drier than the Sarah's desert; nobody lays on a blanket to soak up sunshine, not even kids play handball s......Read the rest...

...Acceptance is easy to feel It’s like dancing in the rain Whilst wishing for a drier deal If not for regret soaking me Acceptance would be right as rain Forgiveness an elusive cloak Better t......Read the rest...

...Young man, just try a glass of sangria, Now, we all can see you are angrier. Audience is not a ‘a must’ for Town Criers; Their job can now be discharged by flyers... One cries too long and one ......Read the rest...

...She collects dolls, Babies, she calls them, Little darlings, children – honey Like a mother, she touches them, Piecing together clothing for infants, toddlers – Girls and boys who might Tell he......Read the rest...

...Hate is vile Hate doesn't smile Hate is rough and tough And sips bad stuff. Hate hits Hate spits Fire, fire In the dire drier. Hate burns Hate hurts Hate is cursed Hate outbursts. H......Read the rest...

...As breasts float eyes on coffee grospt there's men who'll know amusement's drospt And tell them that they're needed when there's women meant for drier bien And let them know there's hope for me......Read the rest...

...Missing you By Franklin Price 07/05/2022 I miss you so, my darling, My friend, soul mate and wife When we said our vows, we meant them And we honored them for life It will soon be half a ......Read the rest...

...Early Poems XV Ambition by Michael R. Burch Men speak of their “ambition” and I smile to hear them say that within them burns such fire, such a longing to be great ... But I laugh at th......Read the rest...

...The sun went behind cobalt clouds Once again, but came out Leaving those clouds 'pon the horizon Those sunbeams now so stout Clouds slowly thicken come together Almost block the s......Read the rest...

...Swirling about are the loved ones And the guy next in line And your tiny congregation Of friends. That one face you put on It may have different expressions, But just one face. The you that p......Read the rest...