Furthest Poems - Poems about Furthest

...You were always so good At hiding yourself in the dark I tried and I tried To throw you out Of the furthest recesses of my mind And somehow you are still there Embedded in the deepest cre......

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...We never dated, part of me knew we never would, but I still waited, you were my furthest dream, my largest hope, I missed you the most when I realised I couldn’t go home, home was within you, home wa......

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...Pixie within the pink let me swirl your tyranny into the high-octaved melody of my earliest endurance Right as the clock ticked to six, the creaking sound of my mother’s war cry made me bury myself......

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... There I am, sitting upright on this forsaken bed. The moon has just come into view, and something bright yet out of reach is what I see, and right away I make a wish. A wish to be sent b......

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...I wrote this for you, every letter that meets your gaze, every word that will replay in your head for days, I wrote this for you, I wrote all of it, hoping that maybe one day you would see, and you w......

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... Sam Mud Mafia dawg Prairie Rebel hound Soggy dog Carter Crumpled can of Faces on a map A map with lonely corners bent and creased Roaring fish at opening No more bedspins Not even a bed w......

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... Each day I wake as if I hold a sable brush in my hand ready to paint upon a canvas what cannot be planned. Or a pen to write about fantasies and adventures I find in playground of imaginatio......

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...There once was a young man from Szechwan, who thought his prick looked like a pecan. He met Bertha Butts, who was hankering for nuts, so he gave her his pecan to chew on....

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... For me religion must have a solemnity, a heft like towering cliffs, places of silence and the majesty of sunsets. Religion must be big enough to hold vast forests, extend beyond the furthes......

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...Dusty roads take me out To the furthest reaches - To places not thought of Way off highway stretches - To the rocky vales where A lonely thrasher calls And scarcely people hear H......

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...My brothers, sisters, all of this I’ve seen As every day across the sky I’ve been. Whilst you have watched the flowers gleam and grow, ‘Twas I that held the lamp that made them so. And I have we......

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...Widsith was a traveling minstrel who "sang for his supper" but may have been prone to exaggeration... Widsith, the Far-Traveler, Part I of III anonymous Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem, circa 680-95......

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...My Rose Garden was devoured by a cow that thought it was a bull. The farmer and his wife pleaded with the cow to go back to the field. But it refused by stomping and grunting. Now what remains is ......

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...Stepping to the plate, he stood at four foot eight. Sixty-seven pounds, that was the batter's weight. You probably wouldn't think to look at this punk, that his club held a punch, as to bat, he ......

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... October gallops in as stolid as a gray mare, a blunt wind snorts furiously through autumnal trees. Foliage rattles, but does not fall, it clings still to green stems. Appalachian backwoods ha......

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