Floating(A) Poems - Poems about Floating(A)

... The poems in my mind Always seem to rhyme Not a single note Comes floating out my throat But rhymes all the time Can't seem to get past All these rhymes t......Read the rest...

... Each morning as I take a walk on Mother Earth not only am I excited by what I see but I get to walk among her musicians playing their morning symphony. After years and years of walking I’ve com......Read the rest...

...floating leaves fall like worries rolling off your back shedding new outlook......Read the rest...

...He stood at the foot of the hill and gazed at her watching from her window sill with the night light shining in her face and particles of hope running all over the place. Her bulging eyes circle the ......Read the rest...

...Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, the library, a mausoleum of forgotten epochs, loomed ominously. Its silhouette, birth......Read the rest...

... I wonder how aware they are, what shadowy sense of self occupies their brain. Perhaps no more than a flicker of consciousness glows in the far reaches of an inner dark, sufficient to pro......Read the rest...

...Jack Allen was a serious, shy schoolboy, who worked hard at school lessons; Like mottled skies working hard each day, to convey many color obsessions. Jack was a little small for his age,......Read the rest...

...Meeting you was like igniting a bomb site, consuming my body with fright yet holding on tight.    Finding you was like finding a single star in the sky, glistening like the twinkle in your eye.  ......Read the rest...

...Is there enough adjectives I can use, to sew these sensitive sensations to you, when my dandelion heart is dense with combustible phrases, and my sunken soul is weeping into the wearines......Read the rest...

... On the edge of a luminescent hillside I lay belly down gazing at the horizon Waiting patiently w......Read the rest...

...For there are things I've done to you A reflection of me But let the thought alone Let it be Oh, I wish it was A yearn in my heart A smell, like I'm drunk The taste of this love tastes......Read the rest...

... Deborah has a fear of flying…it surfaces before we even step onto the plane… The problem: This summer we’ll be flying to Seattle, Washington… and back home from Bangor, Maine. A friend of her......Read the rest...

...Trucks lined up one behind the other with the little that they have left and the drippings from the fountain piled up on top looking for a suitable place to make the next stop but the fear of nowhere......Read the rest...

... People sometimes ask me how I do it…how do I find a way… how is it even possible…to write a new poem every day? There really is no one answer to my daily poetry. There is a myriad of ways word......Read the rest...

... shirt off. sun out. A soft Dixon meets the first sheet of 700 spilling untrained on college ruled there are orange pink & purple petals pole to pole. i do not pretend to know their ......Read the rest...