Few Poems - Poems about Few

We hate each other's point of view. We beg to differ to avoid a blew. We reach across the deep chasm divide, To sit for a time on the other side. Yet we are friends, despite all this, Content to...Read the rest...

TIME: A BRIEF INTRORDUCTION Time Limited, limitless Running, crawling, strolling Contradictory as a paradox Forward ONE OF THE FEW TRUE INFINITIES Eternity Past, future Flowing, unfolding, echoing With us every day Always...Read the rest...

Often, when I find myself as part of a crowd, I slow my steps, gladly falling a little bit behind so I can escape the bluster of voices, too loud. It puts me in a more tranquil frame...Read the rest...

Still Holding My Own Poetry Contest Margarita Lillico's Sally's basin is broken and shattered But her plumbing works is all that mattered It was all a one-night sink Tap in and out in a blink Her men took finding joy in...Read the rest...

If I could, I would borrow the eye of God, I would then spin it between my fingers until the light at the center of all things would twinkle so bright that I would have to turn off my own light...Read the rest...

I have a few secrets that remain on hold, Too fragile, too shocking, too bold. Though I'd whisper them in your ear, You might never quite hear, For some things are just best untold. Be assured, there are too few...Read the rest...

Does anyone really believe that the outcome of an election hinges on a debate? Are not the lines of beliefs drawn sufficient enough to enable everyone to be completely awake? If there are any, where are the grey areas? If...Read the rest...

Poets to their flaws blind, No fault in their verse find. The wild beasts of hunting kind, Eat no flesh of their own kind. Drunks may too much chatter, But none their secrets scatter. No less than men, women No seeds can...Read the rest...

few cars for liftoff disappointed by “no-go” sighs and shrugs but in 1969 it was a parking lot high ...Read the rest...

The laceleaf maple's crimson organs fall and scatter on the ground like shattered glass, as naked shadowed fingers shade the pall and Autumn days prepare to shout their last. Now in the forest cling the stubborn few whose tendrils rage...Read the rest...

Talked to a fisherman He said he hadn’t had a bite in days…so I bit him Hickory dickory dock The mice ran up the clock The clock struck one… If he clears concussion protocol he’ll start tomorrow Mary had a little...Read the rest...

A Select Few Tom Wright Archives A few times in my lifetime, I’ve been blessed by the presence of those whom God has ushered into a common trail. These wonderful people caused me to search my soul, challenged my thinking, and caused...Read the rest...

I should be the chill in the air. Last night's glitter on the porcelain. But I'm still a few notes short of the wind, without much of which to care about nothing... For, at least another hour, before, the...Read the rest...

God sees the best time The field is full and golden But the reapers are few....Read the rest...

Truth isn't always a good look, It can be as painful as reading a very sad book. Its easy and appealing To be deceiving, It obviously wont crush those Inner feelings. If the truth is too bitter, Why wouldn't you mix something a little...Read the rest...