Kiosk Poems - Poems about Kiosk

...The moon had got itself tangled up in a glass telephone kiosk. Tricks of light do not apply to moonlight, for it is a ghost haunting its face only through earthy reflections. It looks to us to s......Read the rest...

...In solitude with eyes closed, a bell flashes with a little girl chuckling, chasing it. In stillness, silence, the bell starts tolling and the girl intently stares at it, eyes beaming wit......Read the rest...

...He said to once again enquire About the things he should acquire, Which their Law School Programs require From one seeking to be Esquire And he's shown a gown of a Choir He'd seen in a jeep lik......Read the rest...

...How can a Superhero Fight against crime and sin When daily there are fewer Phone boxes to change in. The crims would all laugh At the luducrous sight Of him in a lounge suit Arriving for the f......Read the rest...

...When I was young and a child growing up in Discovery , Florida South Africa 1 of the few limited thing's we actually had or could do was go the Drive-Inn There was Veldskoen , Hilfox , 5-S......Read the rest...

...My t-shirt was bought on vacation. It pictures a Vespa in front. On seeing it, I felt elation, Completing my souvenir hunt. A kiosk outdoors was displaying, With other reminders of Rome, The ......Read the rest...

...I’ve been working since I was twelve years old, But my first on-the-books job Was as a sailor in the US Navy, Gunners Mate. Six years and three Westpac deployments. Fifty months of sea duty Cha......Read the rest...

...and I who just wanted a kiosk of sugarcane juice on the side of the road, some laying hens in the back and two cows, sunshine and star, drooling friendly in the pasture.........Read the rest...

...Ghost Mall The chess king still searches for his foxmoor inside the ghost mall; she slips behind a casual corner somewhere down by the Gimbels sipping an Orange Julius with Hot Sam......Read the rest...

...THE HOLY WEEK I reminisce, I miss…… This week is Holy Week and I cannot help; but to reminisce how we observed the Holy Week, when I was growing up, that I miss. Today is Good Friday and I ......Read the rest...

...Sixth day, hexagonal Hour; is the Light still ours? Philanthropic rays, suits who sooty Ways? beaks a Grain of rice, is it true what the caw says? lazy Pigeons cling to their pillows, ......Read the rest...

...Are Flowers for Picking? I question myself, silently standing beside the quaint wooden kiosk in the centre of the square. My eyes scan the freshly picked assortment of roses, carnations, ......Read the rest...

...The line of people out the door. The queue that snaked around the floor. The building's sleek art deco style. The carpets' faded plush red pile. The "Coming Soon" in convex frames. The "Showin......Read the rest...

...Fruit vendor John was polishing his pomegranates The green piece of clean poplin was kissing warmly He once rubbed the pinkish crust with the soft cloth  Would then look at it with a mild pomegran......Read the rest...

...There is a young woman I met near Times Square; She's five-foot-eleven with lovely brown hair. We were both buying tickets at the kiosk that's there For a show at the Palace that starred Richard G......Read the rest...