Hardly Poems - Poems about Hardly

...It happens quickly, the chubby arms of a child clinging to my neck one day, and too soon those arms are around someone else The busy early days of motherhood fade into the days of the empty nest......Read the rest...

...Sitting on my fire escape reminiscing never forgetting my ghetto good TIMES! I remember those fetishesi often relished that and dis NEVER Dismiss any dimensions when it comes to dis VERNACULAR. I hav......Read the rest...

...What am I able to say in this first line for this poem... Not much. Is there anything I can do that can make me come up with a thought... can't think of a single word. This is the third line an......Read the rest...

...Do you think of other women when we make love No, no, and definitely no I do Well, I’m pleased for him and you, and really pleased if it’s her and you. Strange how you mentioned Mary in y......Read the rest...

...Sighing, she watches the phone, wishing someone would call her - once, it hardly stopped ringing and she would answer, sighing - but the silence is worse... Inspired by Picture Four......Read the rest...

...moving in the void peripheral vision detects ripples of fear and dark desire scarring the fabric of space arising from attachment to ephemeral illusions hardly anyone asks the existential q......Read the rest...

...Concealing intentions desperately, they refuse to speak. Enjoying and flowing with this game of hide and seek. Hardly organizing themselves when they meet, Anticipating the other to take the lead.......Read the rest...

...Oh, beautiful Spain, a home to Two grounds so grand That humiliate and entertain Every football fan across the land. A home to Real Madrid A club where dreams are made Where wonderful talents......Read the rest...

...I’m sitting in a plaza as I’m waiting for a friend. There’s a bench and breeze, both things On which you never can depend. I’ve got the time and also have My pencil and my pad, So getting her......Read the rest...

... Dear Daughter, Sit inside still waters and receive the baptism of your saving grace. I know you carried the torch of my love like an olympic runner but now you must be quiet and rest. ......Read the rest...

... We wear it like a scar often hidden from public view as though a mark of shame. We wear it with a stoic smile we hardly feel our own, for even a simple smile requires effort. It erode......Read the rest...

...VILLANELLES IV She Always Grew Roses by Michael R. Burch a belated eulogy for my grandmother, Lillian Lee Tell us, heart, what the season discloses. “Too little loved by the ego in its p......Read the rest...

...you scream at me. through dry wall the vibration of your voice sends me into a wide awake coma. stuck between these four walls keep closing in on me no where to run you yell more. my baby no b......Read the rest...

...Unknown Soldier from Newfoundland finally back home in his native land; long ago he laid down his gun, his trials and tribulations all done; he was someone's beloved son... part of a small natio......Read the rest...

...raindrops fall in my hair, but there is no rain in my head, to convince me that the driest spot is the place I just was. in the first, hardly remembered moment where you wake, i step ......Read the rest...