High Flown Poems - Poems about High Flown

...Above my head, foliage, and feathers clatter as a hawk tangles with a squirrel. Above my head, Russian tanks pop their tops in boggling bubbles. Just above a bald patch, shaggy clouds squat to ......Read the rest...

...Dandelion puff clouds tickle the air with their flossy flights. Other weeds cannot fly they are deeply rooted, their seeds flop low. Landscapers grind the ground grimly, mowers grapple and grow......Read the rest...

...When all the world stood on the edge and a quivering panicking with the promise of nuclear war And altogether the enemies kept their positions built their arsenals to keep on threatening But......Read the rest...

...When all the world stood on the edge and a quivering panicking with the promise of nuclear war And altogether the enemies kept their positions built their arsenals to keep on threatening But......Read the rest...

...To call it a poem and to pen it in a baroque form and style is to abuse carte blanche to express and bring forth a reader’s bile; avant-garde works that break traditions may ap......Read the rest...

...Bombastic… So grandiloquent We are stated to be pompous asses. Therefore, our outcry is heard. 2017 is over. We are ready to bring in the New Year when the clock hits eleven. One more ho......Read the rest...

...Walking on My Cloud celebrating victorious high-flown elevated verse of desperate desolation voyages grand black anger of calming spiritual passages reflecting light then… ......Read the rest...

...HERO WITH NO MEDAL Could be you or me fallen out of the net. Just an old guy, down and out - Park bench newspaper-blanket : Drop a coin in his cup as I walk about. Never was any great hero - ......Read the rest...

...If I were to be an animal, I would want to be my kitty. He is so spoiled and pampered That it is a downright pity. He does not do a single thing That he doesn’t desire to do. He answers to n......Read the rest...

...No enlightened poet am I proclaimed, Rhyming high-flown philosophies in poesy, (Instead, I only scratch out my words In verses of winds and scents of spring-- Of the shades of the light crown......Read the rest...

...WELL, EXCUSE ME People don’t like me to say at parties that it’s such A waste to throw out good food when so many People go hungry every day even in our city. Can’t you laugh fo......Read the rest...