Fain Poems - Poems about Fain

...And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our American Cousin," Presiden......

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...My heart has found a greater joy More strong than what I see or feel My eyes have seen a better world Though heavenly, still near and real My strength comes not from earthly means From wealth ......

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...The sun does arise, On the valley sweet, The birds & pups wise, Call our kits to meet. The hoots & hollers, Sound loud for miles; Yet! Amiss is one collar, Lone in the Sky Isles. The......

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...There's an eerie feeling in the air tonight. Voices in the distance seem full of fright. Crisp cold winds that blow chilling to the bone... leaves rustling in the darkness, unknown. Silence ev......

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...I heard a still small voice prompting me to write poems to uplift, inspire. Not my choice. My inner guide directed me to try, aspire. A stride. Attained. Published the quire. Fain! I h......

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...Apostle Matthew encountered... artist, dragon and gangster extraordinaire Written September ninth, two thousand and twenty one. Reposted exactly three years later. Here at 2 Highland Manor......

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...Singing sweetly and peacefully! Although the lyrics are squarely of pain. Every night I close my eyes calmly! Although I know the morning is simple and plain. Seasons change and giving up slowl......

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...I was a bed and mattress tester, a dream job like that of a yellow moon. I tested the comfort of beds, pillows, etc., for night is ever coming soon. I studied sleep patterns too, like viv......

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... FOREVER ADELINE Acknowledgement: A big thank you Sam Scott from our Poetry Soup Community, for your splendid narrative contribution. <>...

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...Twenty first century civilization gone?... I askew. Ah... what luxury to wax poetic as freedom to trumpet thoughts, ideas, emotions, et cetera will wane, especially if president number forty ......

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...Our breath is paled by the October moon— I'm miming prints with her glance on glass; But by window magic, don't we all swoon To this season's world so barred and so blast. I'm cloudy like the clo......

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...The redamancy flowed from within, jumping down the line, the nacarat sun; blinding the ones alive, listen to the canorous sounds; blowing in the wind, even though they are flagitious, ......

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..."For those who love with heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation" ~By Rumi Decked in floral wreaths and crown as I lay in state among family and friends with my sp......

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...Tough as old boots, i'll betch'a coutts ' the barrage is just ' And you're due ' can you redress.? One can only guess? On which foot is the proverbial shoe ? Err I mean boot ! I think your ventu......

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...I used to think, when I was young, How strange to hear that "Spring has sprung". I knew that seasons come and go But gave no thought to fast or slow. Summer lingers through September, Fain to fa......

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