Hereto Poems - Poems about Hereto

...I being threatened to smile But why you been telling me to cry The thing that keeps me guessing is why Not to keep the one who’s sly At least he knows how to reply Because world is a cruel piece......Read More

... Blossoming romance Amorously so Consumes daily thoughts Visions manifest Your luscious lips tempt Perhaps kiss or two Eagerly texting Device ways and means For assignation Exploring our m......Read More

... Alligator alley always answers Bringing bulbous batches of bubbles Creatively and curiously cavorting Deliberately denying and distorting Elusive energy and enthusiasm From freakish forwardin......Read More

... I fell head over heels loving you, and you now say to me we are through! How can you be so cruel, make me blue, after all our great times, you construe to be free, and this choice now pursue?......Read More

... In the morning fog, nostalgia hovers On a lake of perfumy memories Bittersweet musings of bygone lovers Amidst waterlily territories Recollecting lovesome dreamy stories Subtle hush slic......Read More

... He/I/they/all/we/none knowing sit/sats he/she thoughts he/she witnessed he/she held a behold as to what the hell a corporeal ring of things once unbeknowinest to him/her was about,: thought provoki......Read More

...ike the Montana wind I am electrify wind among a carrier Set one free heat of night glory of a town broken through a Solid wood of TONIGHT Pressure there is none hope last the heat amon......Read More

...Hereto while my soul lies dying, throttled by the winds of change, hobbled by the wrath of ages, nothing but a gasp remains. There abides a wisp of pity tempered with a shred of grace, an iot......Read More

...Hereto while my soul lies dying, throttled by the winds of change, hobbled by the wrath of ages, nothing but a gasp remains. There abides a wisp of pity tempered with a shred of grace, an iot......Read More

... Hereto while my soul lies dying, throttled by the winds of change, hobbled by the wrath of ages, nothing but a gasp remains. There abides a wisp of pity tempered with a shred of grace, an i......Read More

...Tis the eve of another Christmas day A sacred time for Christian’s world wide Looking past the glitter that would blind us we seek to remind ourselves of the true purpose of this sacred time as w......Read More

... Hereto while my soul lies dying, throttled by the winds of change, hobbled by the wrath of ages, nothing but a gasp remains. There abides a wisp of pity tempered with a shred of grace, an i......Read More

...-Dedicated to all those suffering with an eating disorder. Beauty, true beauty, belies a gentrified, pretty exterior. You are not alone- Benighted whispers and spurning dreams Forthwith in blisters......Read More

...Come, come one come all! For there awaits a lush garden rife of color and verdure; Which's tended to by the imaginations, the imaginations of writers. Come, come and join our ranks as an equal. Where......Read More

... Hereto, while my soul lies dying, throttled by the winds of change, hobbled by the wrath of time 'til nothing but a gasp remains. There abides a trace of mischief tempered with a shred of grace, a......Read More