Fitful Poems - Poems about Fitful

...I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn, When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns. With a cup of aromal coffee, I'd watch y......Read the rest...

...FLAME OF ASCENSION No-one can escape Flame of Ascension a glance, a glimmer, a gestalted shadow ghosts or gestures guarded Hearts to genteel progress on a path It night......Read the rest...

...Cats go out then cry to come in. A runt-end of shade wilts. We feel the pull of a Lunar tide, sense the off-center mewing, of a dissonant aria. Trembling dogs hide their body-bones. The air i......Read the rest...

...For what is pride but an ego's false facade Greed a fallow field of need Lust a liars claim of love Wrath a harbinger of hate Gluttony a beggars fitful dream Envy a failures silken clo......Read the rest...

...I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors, An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers. I worked daily at this irresistible p......Read the rest...

...Maria Josephine is our seventeenth nanny They cannot take it They can’t! Junior has colic He cries and he rants He is a horrid little creature Except when he is asleep But that is fitful Hi......Read the rest...

...Somewhere within the misty shroud of heaven A finger, traces angels, in the air Wondering if they are truly present Why they whisper dreams no one can hear Soft tingle of a touch, a gentle “pss......Read the rest...

...I woke the other day From a fitful dream Covered all in sweat I awoke with a scream Looking all around I couldn't see a thing I couldn't feel her touch I couldn't hear her sing Right at t......Read the rest...

...A faraway moon took a close-up look At the waves of the sea as the ocean shook And the fervor that raged ‘neath the palm of the sky Bore aloft on its wings the scream of a cry Of a cry that was g......Read the rest...

...Aren’t we all repository of talents many? Some of them may be hibernating snug. But they wait eager to wake up, At the opportune time like dormant buds, At the first fond touch of sp......Read the rest...

...Four dead Jesuits, now confirmed as child molesters, but when alive these monsters’ crimes, were covered in obfuscation. And when they passed, were the Last Rites recited and are they burie......Read the rest...

...sleeping waking squirming aching flopping moaning fitful groaning dreams so silly~~ each a dilly! not one sane plot no rest I’ve got sun comes peeki......Read the rest...

...The long dark months of winter soon give way to signs of life renewed again in spring. Migrating from the south to come and play, the songbirds have returned: a cause to sing. The days grow eve......Read the rest...

...Wondering where you are tonight? Under the starlight I sail so bright Rowing on surface waters that haunt me Your faces on calm waters showing me With my oars I hold so tight Like your hold in......Read the rest...

...There it goes again, off into a tantrum, hurling blow upon blow of breakers against the rocks, tearing itself apart into a fitful foam of rage. Come tomorrow, or the next, it will calm down......Read the rest...