Grassless Poems - Poems about Grassless

...In a dream, I was on a mission. A mission to rescue a nation. A nation in a quagmire. A quagmire not as usual. A high mountain, I had to climb. Climb it, in its nakedness. Nakedness and grass......Read the rest...

...A fortified castle with four towers stood mighty on a barren, grassless hill, here once helpless horses trampled down wounded by pointy arrows... they neighed and slid down not having the streng......Read the rest...

...They reach away from our reality as if we are a momentary blur. Here by the ice-gnawed stones, my mind is a broken-jaw, bones rattle in fissures of time. Menhir, dolmens and megaliths, under ......Read the rest...

...i've given up i've loaded my trucks with lots of love but now they sit in and are parked in a yard where they will remain but a bit rusty for no one wants to creep ......Read the rest...

...Spirit Wind> I welcome you breeze gently by visit me scattered memories answer my senses with sweet morose from a parallel time picture me a story every life's year of a family......Read the rest...

...THE GAME We would gather slowly “toss” the bat, choose sides, use the “least battered” ball, the only bat we had. The girls played too, chosen because they could play….often before some o......Read the rest...

...I write poems you listen to them There is no end to this lovely game You open your window and the birds call I open mine and the rainbow-footfall I weave a dream, under your umbrella In th......Read the rest...

...Coercion began as the ground surrounds the seed baring life and truth A kingdom of soil An army of soiled crickets A pubescent king Presenting Jo Jo the leader of the region and sire to the t......Read the rest...

...Coercion began as the ground surrounds the seed baring life and truth A kingdom of soil An army of soiled crickets A pubescent king Presenting Jo Jo the leader of the region and sire to the t......Read the rest...

...If you were here The sheets would rustle now Like whispers in the night The wind would come With jasmine breath And your eyes would be The candle of delight If you were here Your veins would murmur ......Read the rest...

...What was the reason we sat upon the golden moon? Here in my heart I know the motion wasn’t sand less dune. Now I still hear the chiming of that distant brass bell. Ringing in that soft sad melanch......Read the rest...

...Society is rife with statements of misinformation, fallacy and contradiction To say otherwise would be to argue that our settlement was a pleasant eviction If you are to believe what is in the foll......Read the rest...