Joseph Poems - Poems about Joseph

... Alone it stands amid the tangled weeds- a rusty gate, ajar- that leads nowhere. Wrought iron, tall, it surely served all needs protecting entry into what was there. What secrets does it hol......Read More

... "fabrication is a narrow garment of a weaved texture." --a Realist unlimited in scope * * * at pheasant farm queen Fanc......Read More

...THE BROKEN LOCKET He gave it to her when the knot was tied; A silver locket on a silver chain. Within, their tiny photos, side-by-side. Where they would always be through sun a......Read More

... He called to say he's running late, for stranger things have happened. Two stained glasses in the sink, on a counter, lay a letter. 'Dear wife', the envelope said, trembling to unpre......Read More

... Through the old rusty gate, got into the courtyard. Laid my hand on the metal door handle, And twisting it, it opened wide showing the dark inside With a mouldy smell entering my nostrils ......Read More

...The old rusty gate hasn’t opened of late Nor has it for so many years The padlocks are seized and it’s overgrown state Compounds our irrational fears For when there’s a moon that is three quart......Read More

...I thought of you with love today, But that is nothing new Because I thought about you yesterday And days before that too. I think of you in silence And often speak your name in my sleep But yo......Read More

...The Old Rusty Gate Bright sunbeams puddle on a summer road, Lazy bumblebees rise up with the heat, Leads to a rusty gate, mysteries bode, Barrier opens wide, invites come retreat. A garden g......Read More

...It's long past time when I should contemplate the need to scrape and paint the old rusty gate. My dear wife asked me to fix it before she died, for in our yard and garden, she had take......Read More

... The dream begins at the old rusty gate, it groans- moans as I push it open wide; to reveal a house in a ruined state, and through decaying tangled vines I glide. The house like a......Read More

... This silver trinket means so much to me An old broken locket from yesterday Caught in a memory of mystery The womanly image on my mind does play. Her countenance is definitely pen......Read More

... I wished to ascend, so I called a friend, who knew of such things and how to grow wings. ‘God’s abode’s within’, he said, ‘so begin, by simply choosing, head and heart, fusing’......Read More

... The old rusty gate opens to an abode left abruptly, with no premonition, a porch where playthin......Read More

... The old rusty gate                                                         Could not hang straight                                                 It had......Read More

...A small cameo rests inside a velvet-lined chest Its latch broken, there’s a faded picture inside, A thumbnail-sized sketch of her handsome best Has rested inside it since Great-Grandpa......Read More