Humoured Poems - Poems about Humoured

...when aspect of us that is not becomes good humoured equal through highs and lows feeling God in each breath ego relinquishing all doership becomes silence of space in, within but not of the wo......Read More

... "Distant" When winter came it came fast cold as a witch's t*t unwelcome and unwanted, we hesitate to move any further within the forest's interior alarm......Read More

...ANOTHER DAWN The morning winces as a new day begins Mired in the half slumber of a restless night And reluctant to engage whilst half awake Like a trembling foot hovering over the brake Good h......Read More

...This is the story of Sally Doolally A young maiden farmer from down in the valley She kept a keen eye out for Thomas McNally And dreamed of the day he would say, ‘Can we marry?’ Sally Doolally ......Read More

... Today, the emotions which arose, contracted our consciousness arising from aversion propelled by ego owing to a response, which we determined as being harsh and unjust, wherea......Read More

...light weight lamps outweigh surrounding darkness float on wavy strings of lucid reason and emotion translucent Christmas decorations are up to cheer but ill-humoured disbelief has tripped th......Read More

...There he goes again proving them all wrong spent his life doing that they don’t cotton on Oh too right off in humoured fashion mock each day and banter bash him make a mockery oh enjoying......Read More

...Drop hints play with my mind,waste my time, wind me up ,lows and highs, this roller coaster,i'm on your ride ,surfing your tide,choking on water,flip me around , fill my ears with false sounds,empty ......Read More

...Villanelle : Doubt not who is Master of your conditioned Fate Doubt not who is Master of your conditioned Fate Ask only why your actions lead down the wrong path All else makes for doubt doub......Read More

...I am not the person you see I am not the person you see, There’s a fool, a clown inside me. Shackled by my chains and red tape, Only in solitude does madcap escape. Sometimes I yearn to let go......Read More

...growing up too soon you said: is there anything more excruciating than lagging behind being passed by a hasbeen still knocking on portals twitching toes twirling thumbs ......Read More

...They thought he was a harmless fool. His hair dyed black And eyebrows pencilled in, The silver outfits - Shoulders huge - And platform shoes. His lyrics less than lyrical, Chanted, shouted At his co......Read More

...A tipped bottle on the windowsill next to the wine cascade, overlooked by the half -- (empty) – moon. The cat that painted autumn upon the trees, forgot me, instead, green turned straight ......Read More