Mapped Poems - Poems about Mapped

... When the words don’t lure me with their muse, Desire to pour out hopes, dreams, light that bleeds, Wetting the beauty of my heart’s best seeds, Emptying the feelings, once caged by......Read the rest...

...Dear Love, Just a quick note: You caught me unawares I thought I lived in circles You taught me to accept squares I write to ask for guidance As straight lines tend to bend The route we though......Read the rest...

...She is but a passing shadow flitting across the moonlit sea Wandering waves roaming their ripples in search of her next ship to board Steered by starlight she journeys to fresh horizons ......Read the rest...

... In the darkness of the night, a ruby gleams to contrast a slumbered eye awakened to feeling, reflection, light, Lady "Genie", eyes aglow like a beast, in mid-stride, lost in her mid......Read the rest...

... School was a mile and a half walk from home, across roadways, busy streets and railway lines and through parklands patrolled by swooping magpies in spring. We thought nothing of it when it......Read the rest...

...Life’s meandering journey … mapped by a fool Clairvoyant foretelling the dilettante’s tool Around every corner the road twists and bends A marble or diamond — but choice to portend (Dreams......Read the rest...

...I just walked past all the rain stranded worms on the pavement yesterday Not stepping on them but believing their path to soil or beak was mapped out That it was just the way it should be There wa......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~ silent whispers echo throughout the sky journey mapped long before start guided by their instincts in V-formation a squadron of geese wings beat as one~unity symbol of h......Read the rest...

...I find myself in full fantasy mode lately. I have a BF (who I saw a couple of weeks ago) and I’m not interrogating my romantic choices - but he’s not here. Do I have an impulse t......Read the rest...

...With compass and sextant, paper and ink, Bungaree, Nanbaree, Matthew and George and a cat and a crew were at sea. They went sailing and sailing, around and around in Eighteen Hundred and Three. ......Read the rest...

...I'm the gingerbread man, never say can't, it's always "I can". I so wanted to always be ahead, but fate lay waiting, as on I tread. Stereotypes mean you know I fail, it's written in every chil......Read the rest...

... The wooden floor wore decades of dust. Near the doorway brooms grew out of a fire bucket and bloomed in an odd array of heads. A pile of coir mats lay stacked in a wheelbarrow, all choru......Read the rest...

...A hug is an action of feel ings of captive-seal of passion's squeeze of personal zeal. A physical mentality kind of deal. A hug, a simpl......Read the rest...

...Crowned poet, posthumous Queen of the private world, you explored every subtlety of the soul and mapped the wonder of existence to its last drawn breath. What price did you pay deep in ......Read the rest...

...We stitched our ribbons through your heart From end to end we threaded We sewed right to your fingertips – And every stitch you dreaded We tramped along your shoulders broad To weave our littl......Read the rest...