Flapping Poems - Poems about Flapping

...Skin so soft as it's been left untouched. Love woven baskets so full, but still no one to receive my seeds of love. Thoughts of spoiled parts which tempt invalid ideas, invoking false belief that th......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Skies enameled with black satin silk like a flag that represented yesterday tattered and torn, flapping in the wind ......Read the rest...

... by c. geeplay The passionate winds blow among the branches on the plains, while the river flows among the ravines and cliffs. The feisty embrace of the moon's shadow blooms on the horiz......Read the rest...

...Avoiding Chores for Poetry Mom’s folding laundry as muse pinches me sheets flapping with ink scolding I get beat from both sides unlined bedding is blessed the future shakes out Mom’s......Read the rest...

... The rhythms of the night Sounds of a dark symphony A mysterious cacophony Sends chill up and down the spine Shadows chase the light of a full moon Across meadow and forest green No stranger t......Read the rest...

...Placed Second In : Spring Sonata Poetry Contest Sponsored by Joseph Bru Spring Sonata ......Read the rest...

... This world is full of noise,enough to burst, your mind and destroy well being lust, noise from traffic on ground and air, from telly,s ,radios and everywhere. Gies a break we aa bellow, makin ......Read the rest...

...Every year In Robin Hood Country Nottingham There in October, they hold. What is known, as the Goose Fair. It's huge. and goes back centuries, straining the Middle Ages, perhaps even longer. My pal......Read the rest...

... Nature, to a less discerning eye, at times seems partial to certain of her creatures, sparing some the pain of death and loss, a blessing we humans have somehow been denied. Driving ......Read the rest...

...dodoitsu diddly-do dizzy dancing, romancing pecking and a chicken wing phat feathers flapping ......Read the rest...

...Satellite dishes are blown apart in the wind. She says it's going to be a bad weather day, but her smile is bright and perky. The wind keeps churning through sparrows, and shingles. On a ......Read the rest...

...I am the banner planted on the hill, Twisting and flapping in the breeze. I am the pale bird following the ship, Over blue waves and swelling seas. I am rain falling on the growing corn, The......Read the rest...

...Remember when the ink, a writer’s tat, like a cobra spiralling ‘round fingers and arms, wielded power. Splotches, balled up, thrown into the basket hoop, flooding the creative canal. Ideas danced lik......Read the rest...

..."A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." (Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.)......Read the rest...

... The atmosphere was alive and palpable, surreal really as the aegean blue of electrons after a summer downpour, where the crickets take a short reprieve to zen the petrichor. ......Read the rest...