Gathers Poems - Poems about Gathers

At the edge of the evening, when the world gathers in shadows, I begin to lose my thoughts, like a river flowing restlessly, A man, not a societal dream, not a projection Of conventions, but a fire that ignites a light In my femininity, a crown of sparkling diamonds, A freedom to be the woman who dances through the storm,...

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Storm gathers her minions, trains her army, I watch from my window, thinking of smoke She is unusually puffy and billowy, personable Determined and distinguished, I feel fearful Storm continues to bring in troops I think it is overkill, but what do I know? I have never been a commander of an element I sit back and wait, worried about the possibilities....

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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 voice sipping from the last silences, Through the mirror in which we have often been born and died together. I watch as she spreads the...

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Storm gathers her minions, trains her army, I watch from my window, thinking of smoke She is unusually puffy and billowy, personable Determined and distinguished, I feel fearful Storm continues to bring in troops I think it is overkill, but what do I know? I have never been a commander of an element I sit back and wait, worried about the possibilities....

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Early on, ere the grassy knoll gathers momentum huddled shivering against the ground, stemless tops of yellow dot the lawns of the old neighborhood, signaling winter's demise without shouting Spring too loudly... In a wink or a blink of an eye, these wild buttons mushroom, spreading far and wide, usurping the green mantle...

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