Fro Poems - Poems about Fro

..."Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows"- Alexander Pope A summer breeze in the garden plays As lilies sway to its caress Daisies move in rhythmic ways Lilacs move to and fro It's ch......Read the rest...

...Sundrenched sorrows Sundrenched worries of tomorrow’s Troublesome wind and rain Driving me and you insane I can’t be sane… Anxious as always It remains here to stay… Going through these days......Read the rest...

...to and fro, the winding roads, noise and din, laughing some, some in tears wave to their kin, fresh faces, childhood dreams, away they go, count them in, count them out, so we all know, that some......Read the rest...

...Where are now battle-braves essayed, Where did tears of joy, of pain go? Where, the rare braveries portrayed, Where did the blood that was shed flow? Duryodhan’s wrath wrapped up in woe, Dhrita......Read the rest...

... Glistening lights in the valley and on yonder hills. Starry night reflected on the ground but with electric bills! Still quiet as the motorway’s to and fro moves through the night. Silent feat......Read the rest...

...Tea leaves, tea bags which is the way to go, Square, round or triangular, stirring them to and fro. Milky, sugary or a builders brew, Have you thought which best suits you. Whichever you choo......Read the rest...

...On a rocky shore she sits alone under the darken skies, a flock of gulls glided away in search of food supplies. She stares ahead in time to see the sun before the rise. She was amazed to see its ......Read the rest...

...The talented Sandro truth to tell painted a naked lady on a shell T'was the 'Birth of Venus' fro. Ovid's story filled full of allure & allegory ......Read the rest...

...White foam on rough seas The boat was pitched to and fro Then capsized with ease......Read the rest...

...O' winsome, mirthful thing Up, up, and out in spring From the cocoon, you were birthed Into the light is where you'll see your worth A beautiful creation to the world A bundle of magic th......Read the rest...

...Re: viewing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live The following poetic account written more'n a dozen dirty dancing decades ago, while I (a socially withdrawn *****S......Read the rest...

...Consider our conscience highjacked by The author that dwells in the deep of Our cranium, how we think creates The burden of our actions. We conversed back and forth Walking to and fro But when......Read the rest...

...in the garden of alms houses far from yard to door then on to pasture grasses raw then more a faerie from a yonder land came crying laid at Johnlow’s floor ......Read the rest...

...Behold, the lonesome lake amidst the evergreen woods. 'Tis drifting in the quietness of wondrous solitude, Upon the visage of languid silvery hue, The earthly splendor of greatest joy imbue, ......Read the rest...

... They once lived here on Hudson River shores; Lenape Indians of long ago. Beneath our home, an underworld with scores of spirits, that perhaps, still here abide. An arrowhead was found and broug......Read the rest...