Hardly Poems - Poems about Hardly

...In a society where everyone is busy, you seldom take your neighbors seriously. Sometimes, it's better to write your own poem than to gossip about other people's problem. Even if you're workin......Read More

...Burly men hauled her onto a fishing village beach. She was rotund, impressively pump, it took a while. Her proportions made her ideally suited......Read More

... I am very small, hardly ever seen by people. ......Read More

...I hardly started writing this poem, But I cannot finish it. You've been In my mind all day and night long. You have selfishly occupied my being. I cannot think. I cannot move my pen. I have tear......Read More

...It's called the Popliteal Fossa, colloquially, the 'Hough'. It is that sweet place behind your knee that looks so like a boudoir pillow, and yet becomes a tender hollow when at rest. ......Read More

...Ridiculous, whimsical, outrageous, fantastical, crazy, my happy words My go to places, where I exist in between other’s black and white worlds I glance around my living room looking for an idea. T......Read More

...Muffled voices in steely cages. Misty streets filled with dirges. Blameless names on bloody pages, young or old, folks of all ages. A mighty hand that wields violence swayed the blade of r......Read More

...It's time now for and intervention Band together for some prevention. The fools are loosed upon the land. It's time for the sane to take a stand. They're roaming free to shake the night. Fill......Read More

...The letter K is still hereunto haunting my own aching heart: One died; one starves; one grieves; one ignores; one texts; one goes hardly seen. Sadly, the memories of my first love haunt me most of ......Read More

...I don't know what's worse There is the concrete statement Between two unknown points I can't wrap my head around Anything tangible I remember learning the word Tangible When being asked what I......Read More

...I was down, in a deep stumble. I thought I'd never rise again. I was alone out in the darkness where my dreams could hardly shine. For youth had passed me by and my last hope begins t......Read More

...Diaries brought it up, Bing! And city came to know Oh today it is spring, Paved roads had naught to show, To them it meant nothing,21 | Page On streets’ cemented lands Not what so was ......Read More

... SELF DEFINITION In mirror of life define yourself on your journey at each step. Whether supported or without help never try to escape. Till you f......Read More

...A friend's niece was diagnosed with brain cancer and the prognosis is dire*. There is no greater loss than the loss of a loved one; especially a young child. I've written this poem as a tribute to he......Read More

... I'm an outsider I am able to see and to hear But connect only With silken strands Wispy and translucent Hardly visible Too impossibly delicate to grasp Without disappearing altogether For......Read More