Frazzle Poems - Poems about Frazzle

...What The Roses Don’t Say by Michael R. Burch Oblivious to love, the roses bloom and never touch ... They gather calm and still to watch the busy insects swarm their leaves ... They sway, bem......Read the rest...

...A cool Autumn morning we caught the bus,off at eleven without much fuss.One and half return from Croft to Leigh a birthday treat from Dad to me.Hopped on a tram to Burden park to see Stan Mathews ......Read the rest...

...Cup-winner Stan Still playing on at thirty-eight, Inch perfect crosses on a plate; With shimmy,side-step and dazzle He left the full back in a frazzle; An aging hero with twinkling skills, A pr......Read the rest...

...A cool Autumn morning we caught the bus off at eleven .without much fuss. One & half return our village Croft to Leigh a birthday treat from Dad to me. Hopped on a ......Read the rest...

...THE GREATEST Cup-winner Stan Still playing on at thirty-eight, Inch perfect crosses on a plate; With shimmy,side-step and dazzle He left the full back in a frazzle; An aging hero with twinkli......Read the rest...

...petals and petticoats mimes and marigots blossoms and bubble boats coal buckets and car coats frazzle fritzes and fuzzy floats germinating grouchy goats muzzle loading mischief moats ostracize......Read the rest...

...Know that this purr-ing cat will probably eat my face how many wings are stored how many insect spindles how many bugged ladies too little buttered flies not a bad word for the cloud drizzle d......Read the rest...

...To write a tongue twister is not funny mister I just don’t know where to begin There’s one that I’ve written with which I’m quite smitten But I’d had a very large gin... Workers wrinkles wor......Read the rest...

...I have held my last pot of hot soup I've come to the end of my threads Befraggled and muffed Bedraggled and fruffed A raddled cloth corpse that's dead Frayed so soft and shabby As the cotton b......Read the rest...

...Down the pike, seasonal traps, and festive lures trundle in, weave ways through orange barrels, past Red Lobster’s neon’s a surf and turf backwash of traffic. Pumpkins drop dead gradually. Be......Read the rest...

...Episode 1 Enter Fire Ball Can I help being curvaceous and bold, Or so I’ve been told, Can I help it, if I get a visual massage, Daily compliments, in fact a barrage! I was born a beauty, a......Read the rest...

...Beyond an overcast lazuline sky a night of waning moon sets ember dark. As a silent candle of molten hope burns an ashen landscape in sudden flares up plummeting a trail from heaven to earth. St......Read the rest...

...Amid the mighty waves of peculiar sea I stood still waiting for you to see me You took hold of the little girl's shivering hand And made her dance among the waves away from the shore sand I r......Read the rest...

...STILL KICKING I've got this smile on my face, tears rolling down my check, but I ant apologetic about it, not bluffing though I hear buzzing sounds, being very busy I remain unhinge, can't be kn......Read the rest...

...A POEM MADE UP OF CLICHES At Poetry Soup we're admonished Never to use cliches They provide us an extensive list For the error of our ways But one thing you can rely on Is people just don't......Read the rest...