Edge Poems - Poems about Edge

... Snowballs in Summer, ballsy blooming. Lovely the limelight hydrangea cheer. Buds’ll be diminished, as freeze be looming. Leading edge Winter wear will disappear. But for now, the gorgeous b......Read the rest...

... It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old tree......Read the rest...

...In the twilight of existence, where shadows whisper secrets to the restless soul, Man seeks to escape himself in myth, weaving tales to hide his truth, By any means at his disposal, he dances on th......Read the rest...

...standing at the edge connecting with nature's taste of salty ocean......Read the rest...

...In a twilight sculpted from granite, where stars shake off like autumn leaves, I wander through the labyrinth of my mind, lost among the ruins of thoughts. My love for life is but a pale flame, fli......Read the rest...

...Under the mystic veil of twilight, where time and space dissolve into whispers, I lose myself in the labyrinth of my restless mind, A soul in dissonance with the times, a relic of bygone eras, Yet......Read the rest...

... Another loss for my favorite team The season just isn’t picking up steam First it’s poor defense, then listless offense Sloppy fundamentals make us fans scream I don......Read the rest...

...Under the mystical veil of twilight, I wander through the labyrinth of my restless thoughts, A painter born from chaos, a spirit forged in celestial fire, I am the quintessence of contradictions, ......Read the rest...

...An ode to the gustatory ****** My mouth meanders through this dream This memory of breakfast in bed A lover seducing my every desire Sweet maple, slight hint of flannel A light crispness of waf......Read the rest...

...In the quiet of the night, caught on the edge of profound exhaustion, I find myself half-awake, teetering on the brink of the abyss of oblivion. The keeper of the mind's graveyard, in moments of we......Read the rest...

... White is placed last, just as dark is first It's vision through glass it is not a curse Is there value in stillness? I'm glad you asked Just as dark is first, white is placed last Are the or......Read the rest...

...Under the vast, star-studded veil of the unknown, the lingering mystery whispers gentle secrets, People traverse invisible battles, shrouded in night’s silent sighs, Each day we encounter wounded s......Read the rest...

...("The Cave of Unknowing", 2012, original oil) Talking to the Dead (aka musings on Jacob’s Ladder) The essential message of the Tibetan Book of the Dead Is that the clear light of min......Read the rest...

... August bleeds thoughts of harvest, picking crops shortly, corn husks, rustling leaves in earth tones crimson shadows, bustling golden meadows indigo skies blessed with gushing raindrops ......Read the rest...

...It seems dark, though daisies are open I still see in colour, so I cannot be broken Smears and smudges all left a mark Though daisies are open, it seems dark Held in embrace, are those people s......Read the rest...