Lite Poems - Poems about Lite

...Our World as seniors My world has become one of the impossible, where the impossible may become possible. My world has become one of fantasy, fantasies that becomes ones reality. Reality w......Read the rest...

... Her adorned stars, crackling overhead like embers in a fireplaced -sweat-stones of heavenly sky lodge. The bottomless pit of lipstuck warp ighs, ......Read the rest...

...WEATHER THE STORMS SOAR I Shadow dances impart across lite path Souls entrenched in technicolor harvest Comparable passage denied terrain grasp Rainbow corral blurb optic delusions trust B......Read the rest...

...My candle of love It's so hard to keep it lite When winds of change want to blow it out I need it's warmth I needs it's glow But I can't share it with anyone It needs to only burn for me But ......Read the rest...

...I'm itchy, like I need to run outside More unrest than an itch I need enveloping in balm Although that seems a bit final Balm lite - a hug that has ions Although I feel so contained Balm might......Read the rest...

...yellow little glides butterfly hides floats in air summers warmth concludes ~ desire cool stares autumns crisp lite brisk wind bares guides the butterfly ~ florescent clothing ......Read the rest...

..."jaws of life" the I V drip dripping every drop stop don't do ten in twenty four hours is lite rally killing me if i can't submit then i am truly your......Read the rest...

...Now if you are listening You can in fact hear all the whispers And while the wind is whistling About random subjects like storms and winters There comes a time of silence its an eery sound T......Read the rest...

...the butterfly said to the fly why you fly smell eat dung/manure the fly told him this butterfly because the foods aroma essence yum-same as nectar provides me like your ......Read the rest...

...~where do the birds go when it rains, do they hide in the trees or lite under the window panes, or under nix the house eves -well?~ 8/14/23 Written words by James Edw......Read the rest...

...Television triptych throwback and despite remote chance to channel small medium at large metamorphosis I may witness analogous to caterpillar will transform me into a butterfly otherwise No......Read the rest...

...#CHOICES A N D DIFFERENT VOICES... HOW WONDER"FULL" ! ! ! It's 2 p.m. in the afternoon, I hear and see crowds aloud very jubilant, out and about...especially, on a sunny Spring or Summer afternoo......Read the rest...

...She sat outside the coffee shop elbows propped up on a small circular blue metal table with a frosted glass top, starring intently at morning traffic and passersby. A partially eaten pastry o......Read the rest...

...No matter where they are Father rejoice Blessed be your voice I am the twinkling eye You lite from inside Father had given To His Chosen Entrance Remembrance Bless be your Holy name Our Omn......Read the rest...

...when I went through the living room they had turned the lights off on the tree, all but the star, sitting at the very top of the tree above all the ornaments, still shining brightly in the midst of t......Read the rest...