Folio Poems - Poems about Folio

...Spring winds clean winter branches Leaves billow far from home A maple tree sheds its own in tune No one is around to collect them Flat and perfect to be pressed in a book Unlike humanity’s tree......Read the rest...

...Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber, But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. I sense a wince remind itself, Of what it means to be, Instead to ......Read the rest...

...In London, a current affair Is chilling the hot summer air An old folio Reveals polio Is adding new woes to healthcare!......Read the rest...

...Who would still keep tears for Romeo With his sweet Juliet on Video Or to hacked dreams on the Radio Listen quite glued to The Audio? Not while I have Misplaced Folio I’d dropped in a boarded ......Read the rest...

...Moving through the pulse and the flow A timetable of fixed dilation A given And measured Ellipse To the people it trips As they ride the crest Of the waves Of emotions Just prisoners of P......Read the rest...

...There was a naughty boy And a naughty boy was he For nothing would he do but scribble poetry: He took up his pen again&again Each thought was caught one after the other on his folio cov......Read the rest...

...And final who can forget this world’s greatest writer, The Bard, who made up huge chunks of our language, the most recognized scribe, by far, was dismissed as just an upstart back when he was wr......Read the rest...

...Spring is back with its unmistakeable intoxicants. I stand, once again, by a road that leads to another day. My mind hums ceaselessly, one day at a time.... A cobbler displays his craft on my shoe......Read the rest...

...Oh spite, oh hell – to the Hell in my own name too! The hell in love, the hell in romance, the hell of all men! He being in my name as well of course… as if I’m made of men! Do they control me? Na......Read the rest...

...Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber, Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number. I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood, Conniving w......Read the rest...

...Photos on the locker top showed to whom Mark belonged his parents, his sister. A well worked drawing above the bed a tree beside a stony path: “Is that by you?” It was dated long ago. ......Read the rest...

...while soaring the heavenly heights many hours ago every major metropolis appeared about a million miles below the rarefied atmosphere ideal composition beckoned angels, wh......Read the rest...

...A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze, Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes. Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frot......Read the rest...

...I am here now in space and time As life endows my simple rhymes. Am I a soul, a wayfarer Seeking the whole? Still no wiser! I sense stirrings... faint melodies That seek clearing if I bu......Read the rest...

...“A” less Museless Poem (a lipogram) How is to be without; the use of my muse? Will it be the bedrock of future thoughts? Would it be foreboding; or be more-or-less just. To shorten......Read the rest...