Leisure Poems - Poems about Leisure

...neither cleanliness nor godliness do I abide rather yours truly doth thrive on keeping the ethos, mythos, and pathos of Pigpen alive subjected to eternal abomination, brutalization, condemnatio......Read the rest...

... (composed in head as woke up) Mid yawn, self suffocation Out of your control No fear, you know how it goes You're better at the end, than at the start Have faith in the recalibration part ......Read the rest...

...A fable of worth weaves a fair tale, that wealth possesses and not possessed. A quest to feign means forges a trail long jaded by the marks they unveil. Though blind seeker's minds a treasured ch......Read the rest...

...When I ask him, 'Do you really love me'? He thinks and says, 'Sure I always say 40-love when I play tennis with you'. Whenever I come home happy after my shopping spree, He reminds me, 'Honey,......Read the rest...

...My love's reposed neath the military lawns of rows of marble lit in moonlight's tender care. July, the month of dreams of him- watching bluebirds feed their fledglings under Carolina blue skies s......Read the rest...

... 2nd place “birds care not for whom they sing” – Silent One The Sun cares not for whom it rises; Wind cares not for whom it blows! Stars care not for whom they shine; Rivers care not fo......Read the rest...

... kerchu and kerchief sound as if they are neighbors That's what the newly landed "Tired and poor" Hispanic-Caucasian Master-child has yet himself to master. "What a horror" she exclai......Read the rest...

... " Birds care not for whom they sing " - Silent One. Birds care not for whom they sing, but sing free in zest and zing, whistles calling mates to bring ......Read the rest...

...A pair of centaurs from a far away dream Entered my room without sound “We’re not mythological, not what we seem”, Said one of them, looking around I dared to ask “folks how did you get in T......Read the rest...

...those days are gone, those days of midsummer, when Sun beat down on open roof tarmacs, lanes of limestone houses I remember, that sheltered the travellers with rucksacks. black bikes parked alo......Read the rest...

...MEMORIES OF A SNATCHED HOMELAND Traverse of The Masses Over the years, our land has seen, Rulers so brutal, with blood so mean. They seized our land by guns and bold Bullets and armored ......Read the rest...

...Peter (my bf) and I are at Heraclee beach for the weekend. It’s a little sliver of heaven, about 11 miles south of Saint Tropez. It’s too early in the season to swim - being breezy and 72°f - but ......Read the rest...

...(a poem in several Haiku and Senryu stanzas) The molten gold sun on cerulean canvas breeze borne cirrus clouds flawless days stretching like sun-kissed bodies - crisp white linen cabanas ......Read the rest...

...In the heated performance of the day, summer wet evenings close the curtains, concluding with a thunder jest and a gift of wipe. The crawling claws of the ceaseless winds surr......Read the rest...

...I’m enjoying spending time with my mom - we have an intimacy braided like rope. I forgot how funny she is. At the same time, we’ve been softcore arguing for days. She wants me to accomplish someth......Read the rest...