Drinking Glass Poems - Poems about Drinking Glass

...The splintering sound, the shattering of my drinking glass This put paid to my sleeping beauty as gloss But it was only my relationship that was poorly broken ......Read the rest...

...There are times that we see everything but see nothing. There are times we hear everything but hear nothing. ......Read the rest...

...challenge was to keep a serious face, and of merriment not a hint or trace, they all should stay still in silent poses, but should any of them smile first, loses! In a classroom of teenage boys a......Read the rest...

...You want to know its merits? Very well, then. Daylight slants deliciously across the boy's inclined, thoughtful face. His lace collar, crumpled, houses valleys of shadow. Or what about th......Read the rest...

...My heating bill is sky-high And STILL I feel the cold! My feet are near frozen As through the house I’ve strolled. When I go to bed … With blankets stacked 5 high Warmth still eludes me For ......Read the rest...

...She had many good days and bad ones. There were sad moments and happy ones. There was a period in which she was a daily soft drink consumer. But I must say that there was nothing soft about the dri......Read the rest...

...Disassociation Gawaine Caldwater Ross Some people dash through fire, others plunge through ice. Is Reality the only thing when Chaos is the King? Ring all your golden Christmas bells, the se......Read the rest...

...A warm winds joins me for a cold glass of iced tea under the rising summer sun drying the morning dew off of the freshly laid sod bringing to light life's little questions wher......Read the rest...

...YOU AIN'T COUNTRY If you've never... Swept the front yard (No, not the porch but the yard), Played under the porch (Yes, under) Intentionally eaten dirt (Not just any dirt, mind you, that g......Read the rest...

...4 there is no ending of words is there anything that may be called the end-word let the words make questions let the words give replies let the words shout let them battle among thems......Read the rest...

...Words never leave us like people will. We keep up the sad appearance, the shrill sentences rubbed raw, the frayed frill. We do not talk of these forgotten things, for only the recorded fact bri......Read the rest...