Gathers Poems - Poems about Gathers

...Oh, land of yearning, soil of the pandemic, Across your bereaved fields, a lone wanderer carries His tattered garment of helplessness, In his steps echoes the cry of the land that cannot comprehen......Read the rest...

...In the universe of the two rooms, she gathers her dreams between her palms, She lets her fired hair descend upon the folds of our fleeting time. "It's the end," she articulates with a voi......Read the rest...

...TWO AVENGER'S BOXING BOUT Midst rings of thunder and a vibrant haze, Two titans clash, in a gladiatorial gaze. Their presence makes the cosmos sing. Immortal meets might in a mortal boxing r......Read the rest...

...SPHINX STONE I am Sphinx Stone Sun stationed statue silent sculptured synoptic not marble or granite nor black tourmaline or crystal sapphire quartz vortex for Void actualising sacred a......Read the rest...

...In Murano's heart, where fire takes its hold, Molten glass awakens, a story untold. The maestro, a sculptor with breath as his tool, Shapes molten dreams, breaking the fiery rule. From the furn......Read the rest...

...The grime of shoes can bring someone a prize, along with hands that serve orphans and poor. Examined dust, that walked the narrow way, disregarding themselves, loved to their core. But, selfish f......Read the rest...

...When youth is so vibrant and sets us aglow, and no words are mentioned through sorrow: we are the seekers of wild adventures, pushing hard beyond all boundaries! In the prime of everything that......Read the rest...

...Out of an earthly finality of death, Life rises, embraces freed souls, above the mournful masses, Life soars higher than eagle's aeries. Life encircles broken hearts, rising, rising. The sweet ......Read the rest...

...In the late interlude of existence, a woman, Readies herself to step into the celebration of her seventieth year. She asks, has she found the soul's peace, Fulfillment, the joy of life, or does sh......Read the rest...

... Will the thrown newspaper land on the lower or upper step? The odds are forever even. The percolator has mixed together. a thousand mornings yet it arrives in normal time, as one brew. O......Read the rest...

...In the midst of it all I find my poem. Lines cascade over No, not in vain. I gather my thoughts And run them free. They grow and spread Like the branches of a tree. Life’s a journey, we wal......Read the rest...

..."Let the sea be my grave and the crest of waves my monument," ... by the Poet. As winds embrace a mound of cold in distant view where life unfolds, and flowers bloom in colorfu......Read the rest...

... Journey Journal Page CODE SAD MODE By Leon Enriquez My heart knows how love hurts Blush of wild fling casts dirt By day sad dreary hues By night pain comes on cue My soul feels......Read the rest...

...Date: April 2051 The celebration ended. The room Empty all relatives was preparing For their final time in Hawaii. Dolly And Damian lay in bed conversing. Her hand was on his chest, "I lov......Read the rest...

...Saint Tropez is a summer town. Smaller than it ought to be, really. Like when you realize the French quarter, in New Orleans, is just three blocks wide and long. In the fall, there’s a feeling ......Read the rest...