Hoards Poems - Poems about Hoards

...devil spread half truths to followers who see the raven fly devil hide your face under the moon and as we dwell, leave us this path through hoards of history's gold watched by years ......Read the rest...

...“When the pen falls silent that once danced to the muse’s command and when the poet’s heart no longer beats with rhyme, we realize that the poet in us is dead. It is a sad truth difficult to reckon.”......Read the rest...

...It's one of those nights The moon hoards its light Fireflies taking stage Lighting life into our gasping breaths. Stars whispered known secrets To the cool, quiet breeze Grass beneath the she......Read the rest...

...Title 1 "The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me." ... by Ralph Waldo Emerson The written word bears roots abound Hail favored mist of hallowed ground Announced ......Read the rest...

...Grain of sand, Why have you come home with me? Why have you left the others? Don’t you feel alone? Oh, I’m fine wherever I find myself. Grain of sand, How do you find a place for yourself a......Read the rest...

...Yesterday's passing drifted shadow Added to our eclectic collected hoards A bittersweet cocktail of events and instances Confined captured and tangled cobwebbed corridors Of to the limbic labyrin......Read the rest...

...Word-hoards fall from mouth-cups out along roads, out along seas: faith migrates; sayings run away; verbs escape; nouns meander as memes in other tongues. Invaders’ words intrude on empires, s......Read the rest...

...My poor old body is sagging, My arthritic feet are dragging My skin is dry, and my mouth What has not gone west It has now gone south My memory is fading fast I think I am living in the past, ......Read the rest...

...Team leader Renee peered out of her faux gold window around a pulsing Friday noon. “Almost like we’re puppets of each other down there. Maybe everywhere?” Albert, her partner and co-worker were......Read the rest...

...October evening, gold and gray Storm clouds gather up above Winds will whisper, trees will sway With barn owls and with mourning doves October evening, gray and gold Soon the lantern shall be ......Read the rest...

...In every crevice where I look Every cranny, every nook Creeping, crawling in their hoards It’s my world they head towards Swarming over every leaf Numbers that defy belief Out of holes, from......Read the rest...

...The bedrock of war is the ego of greed. When flocks of takers swoop down on the meek. Savage hearted beings are born every second. Leading their flock to the twin summits of.. hopelessness and......Read the rest...

...Ants in their hoards creeping, crawling Ugly bugs swarm round their nest Grubs eat my veg without warning Under ground, moles are a pest So okay, at least I won......Read the rest...

... The Elephantipede ( as introduced in ‘The Tigerilla’. Have you ever heard about the elephantipede A very mixed up creature which it’s commonly agreed If mother nature tried ......Read the rest...

...(This is the image of a semi urban city of India) The glow of a late Autumn Sunset, Gleams over the dense city streets. Rushing wheels and honking horns, Halt awhile for the traffic signs. T......Read the rest...