Hatchet Poems - Poems about Hatchet

...Thorns and prickles dangle at the root of the tree and the temperature is shouting at a hundred and seventy degree; destiny is baking a global cake and you have to get your slice before they close th......Read the rest...

... A giant road is emerging. My sandy path is ready to be swallowed. Gambol, amble, ramble, saunter, stride… My way knows a variety of my gaits. This is a stamped path in my gene as an elep......Read the rest...

... The tiny specks grow a titanic tension. They’re often harmless, Google consoles her. Yet a rare chance burns beyond solace. Is it a harbinger of retinopathy? Will her eye-LEDs illumin......Read the rest...

... *Murder most foul. Rod Serling, Stephen King or Ellery Queen? Picturesque place on the edge of nowhere, small town American life. Suddenly subject to media glare, reports of the mayor's missi......Read the rest...

...Sometimes When we have a loving relationship Life gets in the way The pressures of work money worries Piles of unpaid bills Not enough time for each other The relationship erodes and folds You......Read the rest...

...Seems like he is Bholu from my village, He used to come every morning to fetch Neera(Palm Toddy) from the Taad(palm) tree, He would tie ends of his anklets with a little rope. and we would watch h......Read the rest...

...An Ash tree tumbled down last winter, it is only a wooden effigy now, branched still, limbs askew, leftover as a lingering image of one hour of violence. It was a head-storm, it got into the......Read the rest...

... They were vibrant women, whose voices vibrated in the vicinity. Their squabbles were X-rated. Profanity pirouetted nude in their expressions. They fought for the rights, though with obsce......Read the rest...

... With the high-altitude ambitions, they climb the hilltop to catch signal. They are lush and lovely as the landscape behind them. These children of forest live in the network-less valley of l......Read the rest...

... It blooms in the steam, white and velvety. What makes it unique is its shape and taste. True culinary art is created in the heart. Ajinomoto is never sprinkled for a harmful delight. ......Read the rest...

... Like plants, my mind cooks in the sunshine that falls down through the sieve of gooseberry leaves. It’s an illness-cured joy when the sun shines brightly after a few cloudy days. This is a r......Read the rest...

... It’s not sweet as the Asian koel’s song. The red-wattled lapwing voices its irrecoverable loss. The bird’s sorrow scalds the night. It was brooding in the serene scrape nest. The black blo......Read the rest...

... Though curved like a question mark, she walks without a Zimmer frame. Will she ever veer from the narrow, nonsensical dirt road? She earns, mopping, scrubbing, laundering, and curryi......Read the rest...

... Human effort has a limit, yet Barshim and Tamberi try to fly over the horizontal bar. Alas! Their attempts end in frustration at 2.39 meters. Better than breaking the tie with a jump-of......Read the rest...

... Though the monsoon isn’t as cool as in the past, they snuggle under the blanket. This rarely used heirloom provides them with an ethereal......Read the rest...