Gallery Poems - Poems about Gallery

...Some will tell you, that we hold a paper flower in an endless night - who knows? Some will say only our dreams are awake - who can tell? Do we ride this cosmic river in a leaking boat, or......Read More

...Nature is a symphony of sounds The rustle of leaves, the chirp of birds The roar of waves, the whisper of wind The crackle of fire, the splash of rain Nature is a palette of colors The green o......Read More

...Run Bacon run, the sound come echoing from the gun, run bacon run there is nothing to fear hold on to the third and the fifth gear. The oil is in the hip, grease your joints before you take that dip.......Read More

... I was dreaming of you last night for our souls are entwined eternally and we were back at the art gallery where we met you standing there with your tattered backpack we stood tog......Read More

...This isn't a poem It's just a little description Of ways light permeates Facebook memories (I don't post much now, but when I did those memories are joyful - maybe I'll restart) The other day w......Read More

... I was was born in Ottawa, Canada and have lived here all my life and have never wanted to leave. It is a beautiful city rich in historic architecture. It is located where two rivers meet, t......Read More

... I hear that after she broke up with me she herself broke down. They say her main-spring unwound there in the London underground while waiting for the West Ham tube. Her knees ground to......Read More

...gallery of a woman’s life was on display today I wanted to trip all the men who arrived to see it This was a special exhibit, private and exclusive. It should have been reserved for women only. O......Read More

...The sky turns grey and a bird sings a song. Sun is hiding truth and lies;right and wrong. Clouds drift into shapes imagination does create. A butterfly smiles knowing the caterpillar’s fate. Th......Read More

...From Wales or Suffolk, claims knowledge of literature, looking at sheep is far from just being some easy cure; ever heard of Dylan Thomas, of course - one of the best, but you're nowhere near of p......Read More

...This poem was inspired by the photograph titled, 'Running Legs,' by Lisette Model. I was an experienced hiker, who had rambled down many famous trails, Like earth's charming, 365 day t......Read More

... It's a good paying job one quite devoid of monetary reward or financial remuneration. It's an important occupation, an essential branch of the arts, one that takes third place to the least ......Read More

...They were just venting Needed someone to talk to As time goes by The pile of lessons built high Emotional, worries The time lapsed The journey seemed long All sources are gone. Venting thro......Read More

...When the frustration with self and poetry can be described as the perfect spiral attempt of the peeling of an orange Investing so much time into perfecting something that matters to no one It......Read More

...Cheering you to start this day So, hey I have a poem to portray that you are the one I need everyday Feb 17th it is, The day i am not an early bird at night but a night owl to stay up b......Read More