Mayhap Poems - Poems about Mayhap

...I still recall that fateful day you came To bless us—a day over three decades Back, but still fresh in mind filled with self-blame, So deep has been my guilt, it never fades. I well can under......Read the rest...

... Glistening cheeks With emotions swirling high Stormy sky Just like the one inside. One seeks answers To the curiosities in mind Why is life like this? Who really am I? When our cons......Read the rest...

...He who has failed to do his due, Man’s been a sour fruit of God’s whim, One cannot but come to this view: Gone acrid has His grandest dream— A nightmare and greatest blunder Which, He can’t but ......Read the rest...

... Dash it.., Dash it all says I.., Through bars - I espy. Their 'eaven, their night sky. Well.., dash it., Let 'em have it., And the Northern- Love cup-stars, In a wisp of sudden sea fo......Read the rest...

...Allow me talk to you, Whilst you're still alive, Tomorrow is not certain, Mayhap I will be gone, Why should I wait your demise, When I'll masquerade yours, Allow me talk about you, When ......Read the rest...

...In blood-washed canyonlands a stallion stands, soft eyes trained on a fire-hearted mare. Watching her nervously circle the sands, prancing forward and back; she weighs out his dare. He's seen h......Read the rest...

...The last time we met I told you goodbye. Perhaps I should have instead said, “Farewell.” I never intended to make you cry. Just thought I could be alone for a spell. Mayhap sayonara, auf wieder......Read the rest...

...The contests number 22 Oh, dear, oh my, what should I do I must choose one I must, I think My printer’s running out of ink I’ll pick a theme A gentle dream That ends up in A freakin’ scream......Read the rest...

...Bandicoot's bounce over my dead lead head. Grim the outlook, I am the grimness in my own storybook. Moods are my mannerism's. Gooey nose - a stonking flu got me now I mimic a monkey with my bu......Read the rest...

...Upon arrival Forest Antler Ghost of the Oaks shook the leaves She tweaked some of the mosses, so they were a bit springier She gave love to the woodland violets and mushrooms The north wind and th......Read the rest...

...And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche Dance beneath the magic moon and listen to the flute the st......Read the rest...

...Once upon a time so very long ago, I took my dogs out for a run not far from home and so, I thought we would all be fine beneath the cooling shadows, Of the trees and bushes as we ran past fields ......Read the rest...

...They say when the moon rides high and bright, And casts it's silver glow, On fields and meadows, woods and streams, And village streets below, It's good advice to stay inside, Not venture far ......Read the rest...

...Ole Eighty-seven, rugged and vain, Serpentine on cold iron rails, Story filled with strength and pain, A legendary iron horse tale. World-renowned freight train of yesteryear, Lives ever in g......Read the rest...

...skin a lonesome word set above all others provoking one to strain beyond the epithet curious to discover the oracular journey of a single utterance… skin will this bard’s quill paint ......Read the rest...