Four Poems - Poems about Four

In a room with four walls, where light dies like a trapped butterfly, stands a mirror, a glass doll, with silver lashes that lie beautifully, it whispers to me that I am enough, that my shadow dances, that I am not lost, with sweet words, poisoned honey, telling me I have purpose, that I'm not behind, that the world...

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Four leaf clover Fiona was a lucky Irish lass Boys asked her out, but she always took a pass She had large goals, and wanted to get things done Having six boy cousins, she knew they were not a lot of fun. But some boys are truly special, her older sister said. I am only seventeen, she said, don’t change...

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They treated me for bipolar disorder. I wanted you to know. Although we still think it was the Adipex-p and weed mimicking a disease— because it hasn’t happened since. Hard to believe it’s been more than twenty years— that fourth of July, when I read your mind at the Washington Mall, and ran off to watch fireworks alone in the grass. It was...

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24 Dr Peppers One day I started running and my legs fell off. I was in the army, and I had to clean the floor with a toothbrush. It started raining sideways. Then a bullet jumped up and bit me that day. Jenny threw her shoe at her old house. I guess she ran out...

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Four men in a boat, afloat in the ocean. The winds are still, the sails have no motion. The Optimist waits for the winds with great anticipation. The Pessimist shakes his head and curses in quite desperation. The Fatalist begins to cry and screams, "We're going to die! The Realist lets out a Rebel Yell, takes a drink of whiskey and calmly adjusts the sails!...

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There was a young man named Fred (the tooth fairy lived in dread) a wild flamboyant from afar the spice island Zanzibar a singer he'd been and sang a good song with four-octave range in the band called Queen tho' considered 'strange' with plus four in the upper jaw he had more teeth than most once nicely depraved now dead and gone when he gave up the ghost shuffled...

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Four Wheels I saw a stranger in a wheelchair. At the gym shooting hoops by herself. The courage to keep on going. No care toward what someone else would be saying. In a big room all to yourself. Enjoying life, with no one else. When was the last time you helped out a stranger? New...

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The fab four...not Scouse superstar serenaders.. Stellar constellations of cricketing fascinations... Connoisseur christened, humdinger harbingers.. Listen…whispers of willow wizardry whistle…glisten.. Skipper sorcery glow…celestial cerebral Martin Crowe.. Appetites whet..forget the quartet..for the fab four is no more.. Game's pantomime dame, Kohli...encores harangued.. Creeping crepuscular flaws…Virat’s ersatz career nadir scores.. Smith's sisyphean shuffles..flummoxed fossicking for form.. In mists of time..muffled murmurs of his prime... Two...

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I was four when I partied like it was 1999. Didn’t know what Y2K meant— thought it was a new kind of Ribena. Mom said the world might end, so we had fish fingers and Angel Delight like it was our last supper. She danced in the kitchen— hip in one hand, remote in the other— Prince on the telly, sky outside grey as...

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I remember, I remember the pain, I remember the fear. The loss, the anger, the hurt. Friendships I thought might last forever, Torn apart too soon. People I loved now lost to me. Years ago, I wrote a letter, An old song from the depths of my heart. In this letter, I recall The crushing, clenching pain. I thought it was gone, old and fixed, Oh...

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"Month by month, season by season, love will either come and go, or love will maybe somehow grow." - quote by author In spring, love sauntered in. I still recall your eyes like azure skies, enchanting me. Along a country lane we strolled, hand in hand; then kissed beneath a budding willow tree. In summertime, we lay on a beach...

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No matter I got prescribed Glycopyrrolate 2 mg tablets taken four times a day..., not one drop of sweat (especially on hot humid and hazy days) less than a gallon exudes forth from my pores but nevertheless I can single handedly manage... primary idiopathic palmar/ palmoplantar hyperhidrosis. Aforementioned physiological malady unwanted and unwonted figurative (metaphorical) beast of burden linkedin with matrix constituting mine corporeal essence...

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These four walls, how they stifle. How they bind and choke. Their cheap white paint Seems to whisper: Let me go! Is this not a home, Soft and safe, Friend of one and all? But a cell, Narrow and close, Bereft of fresh air, Bidding me stay. Tis danger out there. No, the danger is here, Not to my flesh, More, to my soul. The danger is here, Inside these four...

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Fish consuming bats come out at night In Brazil struggling fish is a sight So scary are the long-tongued bats Pollen and nectar give them their fats Frog-eating bats reside in Panama They devour them all cold and raw Vampire bats make my shivers shake cold Blood from animals is their liquid gold...

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Four for the Road..!! The seeker Is seeking a story Bringing relief Without dissolving The story... It All comes back To nothing A word A seeming something Which is and is not It... It Can appear Prescriptive or Descriptive But always Empty... Purpose In life is A story arising Identifying me With a unique Purpose......

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