Guests Poems - Poems about Guests

...In the days that gradually thin, sprinkled with the last strands of sand, Evening descends upon my old and warm soul, Bony and stiff fingers, yearning for the warmth of the waning summer, As the a......Read the rest...

...The gathered, outside my house, lingered long, As if it were Halloween night - A rogue's gallery of goblins and ghouls, They were an unwanted sight. Their faces had a strange semblance of masks......Read the rest...

...Chapter Three: The Storm Suddenly a terrible 'KA-BOOM'! sounded, and thunder shook the ground! The critter congregation began to shout and jump around! Preacher thought a storm mig......Read the rest...

...Does the feasting of a little cat make a tiger strong? Does the fasting of a tiger make a plump kitten weak? Is fasting a righteous rite? Is feasting morally wrong? Isn't the cleanliness of the he......Read the rest...

...Hop onboard overthinkers A warm Welcome aboard the overthinker to all our guests, Especially Mr insomnia, and Mrs overthinker, both frequent flyers and our VIP guests I'll be your minds captain......Read the rest...

... Miss Bellmont, you know the type, expresses everything with hype. At a gala party not long ago her bra strap suddenly let go as she danced the ballroom floor. To the astonishment of all gu......Read the rest...

...I’m in the residential dining hall with my suitemates Lisa and Sunny. We’re talking about sausages. Why? Because April 30th is ‘National Sausage day.” Someone mentioned that when I complained abo......Read the rest...

...On the Rug with Death, two beers in hand (though no one here drinks) we laugh, his lifespan a joke still fizzed. My breath ignites wars, lulls drivers to sleep and builds bridges for his gu......Read the rest...

...“Air becomes wind when it’s agitated.” Lucretius ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Thank you for joining me in the studio today,” Mr. Zephyr. “Glad to be here, Bob......Read the rest...

... Under Florentine sunsets, once home to maestros and Pope's, Ruled Medicis shallow ego, carved in marble from impassioned breasts, A Renaissance of heart creating visions of Man's Hope's, Donat......Read the rest...

...Is it Spring? How long has it been? Is it Spring? I don’t see the grass growing, the lawns are dry, the leaves are falling off the trees and the temperature is burning at a hundred and thirty degrees......Read the rest...

... People anticipated, and waited for the day they could gaze upon my beauty, and that they did. The men adored me, the women admired me, and the children were in awe of me. Everyone loved me! I was......Read the rest...

...By Cherbo Geeplay Summer is yet to come and may never come. She's stirring in an August noon, sitting on the long plateaus of these fields so far from our grasp. The rice fields......Read the rest...

...In the outskirts, where whispers weave through the wind, there stands a farmhouse, its timbers groaning with secrets, a silhouette etched against the horizon’s fading light. Once, it was alive, ......Read the rest...

...In the shadows of what could’ve been lies regret, They haunt every corner of your soul, making it impossible to forget. A weight that lingers and sometimes tears you apart, As they take a ......Read the rest...