Edwin Poems - Poems about Edwin

...Edwin Muir 'THE HORSES'            ___/`\         ~/  __ /`\   ___/`\         ~/ _  /      ~/ _  /         /\  /\  ¥¥ /\  /\  ¥¥       ___/`\    ~/ _  /      /\  /\  ¥¥     ......Read More

...Columbine in the mountains are the palest of blues; Ours are more intense. Gentle born ahigh and free Tougher raised from within a fence. Blooms match the hue of and reach for the sky, Els......Read More

...born February 7, 1812, whose living descendents I would be thrilled to befriend, hence if anonymous reader by some genetic fluke linkedin to said prolific storied author please kindly recip......Read More

...Happy Birthday, Gerald Buisman. * Thank you for your part in the story of my life. You were fundamental to some good memories. I hope you enjoy this poem. The footprints we leave in the hearts, m......Read More

...What think you about Penguin How as a bird quite genuine? Yes, it’s a sea bird: penguin? About future flights sanguine? Chatting up was I Edwin, Who really seemed set to win Both a fair......Read More

...For twelve years Edwin had fought stroke And its drugs made sure he was broke, Caring wife set to lift the yoke: Passionate pleas to move a folk, Rose mentioning his being 'Nice Bloke', Who coul......Read More

...First sighting It was an early summer morning when my best friend Edwin threw pebbles on my window to wake me up I like morning slumber, waking up at six, looking at the alarm the clock on the......Read More

...Edwin Landseer much admired stags&deer Thus their virtues of courage&pride in plein-air sketches he never did hide......Read More

...Edwin Arlington Robinson of Maine with verse was to find fame His 'Children of the Nigh' achieving a Pulitzer Prize to his delight......Read More

...Edwin Parker Twombly nicknamed now as 'Cy' He loved the calligraphic 'doodle' creating this style in oddle by oodle......Read More

...aforementioned author born February 7, 1812 the long deceased (centuries) storied author I toot and trumpet virtual horn accompanying pet rooster first thing in the morn. Greetings mutual f......Read More

...Juvenilia: Early Poems XIII Davenport Tomorrow by Michael R. Burch Davenport tomorrow ... all the trees stand stark-naked in the sun. Now it is always summer and the bees buzz in cesspool......Read More

... Footsteps. She sits there all alone at home and turns down her TV. To listen to his footsteps walking through her memory. She hears him as he climbs the steps that lead up to his room. It......Read More

... Tonight I weep. Awakened by a memory As my sleep began to part. Echos of past fallen tears like footprints on my heart. So many gifts God gave to me each one was heaven sent. I didn’t k......Read More

... Not Built For Goodbye I wonder if you somehow knew When you heard my infant cry. That I was somewhat different and not built for goodbye. As a child at play with friends How I longed fo......Read More