Humors Poems - Poems about Humors

... " I talk to God" Although he already knows: what I'm about to say. He humors me of course at all times. I talk to God, Knowingly know th......Read the rest...

... We could do wheelies in the halls again No, no. They'd confine us to our rooms for weeks Yeah... Uh, we could pretend we're comatose Nah. They'll switch up our medicines Y......Read the rest...

...Bonnie and Clyde, Pick a side, Well, I know a better Bonnie, my friend, Shes like a whole another trend, Quiet as a mouse, But evil as a haunted house, Not really but her humors good, Tough as......Read the rest...

...Passion Indulge not the rose-pink screen That bars fingers of flame To shade the untouched cheek and give no character a name. Imprison all humors To which inspires faint motion Ever wonder, ......Read the rest...

...Glow morning warm hugging sleepy scalp and face embrace outside sacred pink yellowing fragrant dawn Without fear of fading dark or death or sin Welcome in naked foot massage pressure me......Read the rest...

...Seven Morning Stars In the western Carpathian piedmont Which my grandfathers left long before, The peregrine falcon flees likewise From a tableau of fresco tradition, Superstition, and tempera......Read the rest...

...Debonair raccoon had his pick of women of course. He found them in the barn, cuddling next to the horse. He liked them Rubenesque, reddish and round. They gravitated him sleek and slick, marriage-......Read the rest...

...he’s a raver, deep from marrow, born who screams at moons to curse the morn and though his flesh is bloodless, torn he woos the beast inside him for night alone won’t hide him he creeps the ne......Read the rest...

...Before The Blacktop Ends David J Walker The world wends And extends A mile or two before The blacktop ends It ends in dust It ends in rust Transcends the trust of Casuistic treasu......Read the rest...

...“They are in the cabin of the Sleigh.” The Elder Elf motioned to Rådyrvokter to join them. He stopped unharnessing the deer and stepped over to Dyndoeth. In a whispered tone he requested that the......Read the rest...

...We are flying upside down and slightly sideways Witches with attitude until the end of their days. Sure, we sometimes end up in pots and other places But we have a terrific time when we fly into s......Read the rest...

...The women bending and pounding in rhythm was a vibrant bucolic sight. The long wooden pestles were powered by the human current. While grinding raw rice, they stopped to rest, and to crack......Read the rest...

...I have recognized many old ladies, but I know two of them. They were Florence and Duno, both crackerjacks. Their sense of humors rose in the sky and went to Jupiter. I saw lots of old ladies wit......Read the rest...

...How fickle are the humors of the heart, capricious and of alternating hue, a masked chameleon of cunning art; transmuting colours often hid from view. 11.10.20 An excerpt from my poem ' Co......Read the rest...

...A Wordsmith’s pen Is mightier than the sword For he can turn a tricky word Into a verbal weapon And win the day against the hoard The words of the Bard It’s not very hard The turn of a friendl......Read the rest...