Ging Poems - Poems about Ging

...Aging woman stands on the precipice betwixt birth and death reflecting upon her life.......Read the rest...

...Aging woman stands on the precipice betwixt birth and death reflecting upon her life. Bereft she sometimes feels when reflecting upon her life. Crying, she succumbs to silent t......Read the rest...

...Happy natal day, Sister Ging, The wind that blows is so gentle; The birds in the air chirp and sing, The short sharp sound they want to tell. Topic: Birthday of Ging Natal (March 14)......Read the rest...

...G-reetings I-n N-atal G-lee R-eaffirms Y-our M-oment O-f N-obility T-o E-njoy Topic: Birthday of Ging N. Rymonte (March 14) Form: Vertical Monocrostic......Read the rest...

...she was literally a literal being of poetic history a true muse if ever there was one be cause hang on let the ride begin but i was beg ging like a pig eon just give me something ......Read the rest...

...Play* now with enthusiasm’s power Lay yourself to morning exercise-leading Aware of physical needs’ pampering action Yearning for the adventure-pep......Read the rest...

...G-ray clouds don't gather, N-either do they turn to rain; R-ays instead are bright. Topic: Birthday of Ging N. Rymonte (March 14) Form: Haikustic......Read the rest...

...G-od I-s N-aturally G-ood R-elieving Y-our M-emories O-f N-ightmarish T-errible E-xperience Topic: Birthday of Ging N. Rymonte (March 14) Form: Vertical Monocrostic......Read the rest...

...G-et I-nto N-ew G-roove Topic: Birthday of Ging Pongcol (April 6) Form: Vertical Monocrostic......Read the rest...

...Erinnerungen (Satis Shroff) Ich ging in ein Altersheim Verkleidet als ein Hase, Mit einer roten Nase. Ich spielte mit meiner Mundharmonika Alte Deutsche Lieder für die Mitbewohner. Manche läc......Read the rest...

...Natty disasters sitting in boneyard wing Hidden rolling shadows re-occurring Tumbles the rain that rapture bring All sodden on Golgotha fog·ging Utterly murky shadows about Dank teeth beyond......Read the rest...

...by: Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015 Do you remember Gilwell, and the campfire burning bright The singing and the stories told, well into the night The Skits played out by each Patrol, the laughter and......Read the rest...

...colour of her kiss vermillion lips warm n ten- er tree of my wrinkles fallin leaves dry an shrivelled s- eeds retu- rn to lon- ging ea- rth......Read the rest...

...P… Poetry that is tangible, somehow A… lways hanging over my head in the shape of a sun, not a cloud R… Raging like a fire in my corny little heart A… ging much more slowly than myself D… o you ......Read the rest...

...D ining is fast-food R eading is extinct A ging is ugly W alking is inefficient K nitting is unfashionable C onversation is abbreviated A rt is dying B ackward is society......Read the rest...