Ewer Poems - Poems about Ewer

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I saw ewe in the meadow today, Saying Ewer beautiful is more than a cliché In the heart of the pasture, ewe stand alone. Ewe are queen upon a grassy throne. A soft......Read the rest...

... Ewe aare my everything, my dear daarling. I will protect ewe from the wolf's snaarling. My love for ewe will burst against my heaart when ewe aare out of sight and we're apaart. Ewe sing in......Read the rest...

...One day or year we start to count the Autumns. Youth runs through the familiar kicking up leaves racing on to the next big change. Now we notice the fullness, the ripeness that the living bri......Read the rest...

...Skirt hiked up legs ungracefully spread inviting. Between those limbs, chords darken. Do I lean into the cello or her? A deep ewer of sound pours from deft palpating fingers, while her other ......Read the rest...

...Skirt hiked up legs ungracefully spread inviting. Between those limbs, chords darken where pale angels go blind. A deep ewer of sound pours from palpating fingers. While her other hand str......Read the rest...

...I do not like to see my face floating At the foot of a ewer, nor in drops of water, nor in the glassy eye of a slaughtered goat. I am beautiful, but water and cloudless gems distort, they are ......Read the rest...

...Blessings I Am Thank Full An Acrostic Bibles ask, Long eons givings... Endless eons sphere spirals Such infinity’s messages. Such tribulations insistent. <>...Read the rest...

...I'm walking miles for water I drag my aching feet There's no shelter or escape From this torturous , scorching heat My ewer I hold balanced Upon my tiny head I dream of cool ,clean water And t......Read the rest...

...Fair Angels of Parnassus, Muses Nine, That on its snowy summit gay recline With other gods, are haply the cynosure Of poets whom inspires your sacred ewer, O'erflow'd with the ambrosial Hippocren......Read the rest...

...My blood runs cold and thick black bile runs unhindered Through my figure and no prescription drug can cure This ice cold burning of my heart, no longer pure. Nothing now will preserve, for you ha......Read the rest...

...In a small market to the forests Where after the Friday-prayers The gujjars were shopping for the week-long; Wearing jeans— neither short nor full, A s......Read the rest...

...Train of Thought This is a poem about ideas how they come to us and leave us just as quickly just now as eye began this piece the train of thought has left me standing at the station in confusio......Read the rest...

...e'en though E~en though e'en though eye can not grab ewe and fulfill our hearts desire e'en though eye cannot be there to flame the love and test ewer heart with mine e'en though the distance......Read the rest...

...Prayer For Parme May the wind be at ewer back. May fortunes smile. May the goblet bee half empty always full. May the cruse of oil never fail. May eye love ewe for all time. May Iff come ......Read the rest...

...My Yesterday was so miserable With gloomy memories, and places, Like a sad story with a sad title, Like a ewer broken into pieces. My Yesterday tries to put me to the test - A letter in the dr......Read the rest...