Manicured Poems - Poems about Manicured

... In the manicured meadow of woeful weeds, where hope sprouts amidst forlorn fragrance of frozen seeds, I dance to the hypnotic breeze, hanging on saintly strings with cosmic eyes, unraveli......Read the rest...

...1st wind, childhood 2nd wind, jobs, career 3rd wind, elder life. ___I___ Many do so wonder... After exhausting what there is in business Politics, l......Read the rest...

...Winter’s releasing us from its perpetually gray and gloomy grip. Who can study in their room, on a beautiful spring afternoon? Azaleas assail ya, with champagne petals of bubblegum fuchsias, the......Read the rest...

...Suburban resident pretense, a bleak uniformity. I grew up among the repetitious homes, isolated alienated, I wandered the conformity, the endless square yards, the dull feckless syndrome. Repug......Read the rest...

...So dainty how she held the tea cup, sipping showing off manicured nails; I walk in and fall with a thump; Hot spots splotch a face that pales, yet never do they hear me scream; I secure the w......Read the rest...

... Placeholder Avatar meditates faithfully on the fashion of understanding, adjoining together nothing and everything. Golden Intuition spurs self driven vehicle by the starr......Read the rest...

...young buck deer nonchalant among bushes of the manicured lawn......Read the rest...

...[Not strictly limericks as syllable count is out, But hey… be a rebel… ignore the rules!] _______________________________________ I met the young lady from flat forty-five I told her, “Your be......Read the rest...

...I was a happy, fluent linguist, fruitfully helping revive endangered languages, As colorful rainbows walk across the sky, in buttery hours, turned languorous. I enjoyed doing practical fieldwork,......Read the rest...

...Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. I was smitten beyond reason. Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love. T......Read the rest...

...Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. I was smitten beyond reason. Captured by lust quickly tuning towa......Read the rest...

...Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. I was smitten beyond reason. Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love. T......Read the rest...

...When tuscan tunes of twilight, cascade as clementine confetti, She searches for secret silhouettes, swirling to the symphony of sunflower serenades. In the midst of faded fields, marigold m......Read the rest...

...Near the local library in my sweet little town lies Greenlawn Cemetary where peace abounds.. An open field bursts in tawny golds like a Monet. Flitting yellow butterflies land briefly and then fly......Read the rest...

...The lady who cleans the dead The woman who washed and dressed the body of my wife´s brother came for a visit and to get paid for her service I noticed the nails of her hands were manicured pink ......Read the rest...