Lined Poems - Poems about Lined

In the seamless sky of my fervent yearning, I let the enraptured songbird of my heart soar high, glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze that carried your jasmine fragrance to me. The dawn splashed the sumburst spectrum of delight, blossomed the budding euphoric dreams in the dormant domain of depthless desire. I didn’t see the concealed clouds of betrayal slither...

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They are ghosts that whisper haunting words to me - words that I cannot hold in my head long enough to put pen to paper. Like water seeping thought cupped hands, they fill me up, then escape me just as quickly....

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A life in tree-lined poetry Once I was a cook on the high seas and worked long days seven days a week; Eater and Christmas meant more work baking cakes and baking bread. It was not only tiring but boring to seafarers like solid food that they are used to from home, which makes cooking into a job of blindfolded...

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I sauntered down an arbor walk by myself, no need to talk Yet I surely wished so ardently to thank each and every leafy tree...

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Regalia awakens upon nightfall Roused within rules proudly signified Routine of midnight procedural Robe wearer draped solemn dignified Voracious moon grey devil face Oak double doors crosses engraved Vestibule commands reverence Flung open so mortals can be saved Behaviour carefully monitored Moonshine in aisle to alter pointing Father's guidance Penultimate Spotlight slides jacketed anointing Pulpit a pillar of scripture's page Builds focus for lamp stuck...

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~ Tree-lined Streets ~ Tree-lined streets display their wares brilliant colors everywhere... I stop my car to stare at a somber, stately oak whose branches nearly bare -- her fallen leaves reminders of warm summer days we shared...

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A silly superstition enwraps and grips me, It holds me and will not loosen its vile, crushing deathgrip: It is a numerical one, this foolish superstition to which I have my subscription, For this is the numerological sorcerous fallacy to which I've subscribed: That, as I have yet published a baker's dozen of poems hereon, (Though this...

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the sun shines brightly on a cold, blistery day loving the feeling!...

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Tree lined avenue Ochres and yellows display Graciously they fall In carpet gown, soil enriched In life they shone, now they're gone ....

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A very old vessel lined with gold They tell me it is very old Within each crack a story told To fix this treasure mighty bold And from destruction's door paroled A new master work to behold Its future now is not foretold A keepsake to forever hold This old vessel all lined with gold Written 12Jan14 for contest Kintsukuroi sponsored by Roy Jerden...

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They Lined the Road On the isle of St. Kitts, they lined the road They lined the road on St. Kitts Deep in their hearts they carried a load They lined the road on St. Kitts Waiting on word from the search for the boy Hoping and praying for some words of joy They lined the road on St. Kitts He had gone...

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The emptiness I fear, is all too real, Still seeing everything as if I was there, Burning in my hands, the itch on my face, Screaming...yet nothing escaping my lips, Feeling the warm blood as it pushes it's way up, Bubbling against my teeth. The paramedics came, But I was never found, A part of me was left in that place, To die beneath...

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~An Haiku from my window~ an example for my contest~ snow lined power lines ...

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over qualified redundant and out of work, too old to fit in - downtown,it is pouring down, the umbrella's in the hall...

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