Milling Poems - Poems about Milling

...Thoughts etched in obsidian, A wharf rock verdant- Wisps of color, Like a jade curved smith. To hew out crevices of the wast'd rock, Wind washed and sand clothed- Pulsating taking solitude,......Read the rest...

...It's one in the morning And I can't get to sleep So I've tried various things Like counting some sheep, But they just won't stay still They keep 'milling around Backwards and forwards All ov......Read the rest...

...OBLIVION When all is finally said and done Seeing that nothing now remains A kind of freshness after it rains My personal oblivion has begun Just a black void, no glaring sun A gentle silen......Read the rest...

...Dedicated to my 17 sensational followers. ---------------------------------------------- 17 followers, Who stir the soup of thought, Are searching for the silent man, Who never can be bought.......Read the rest...

...Truth be told …we all lie Color the “facts” To meet our “needs” Plant and grow Only our “seeds” Of truth. We shout “SPEAK TRUTH TO POWER” What truth to whose power?” Protest the protesters......Read the rest...

...Many are the edgy tool forms shaping this piece The lathe has turned for millennia with no cease Milling takes place in immense illumination Those sharp edges move; in darkness saturation ......Read the rest...

...In the cages at the zoo they crowded around each other A million milling from father to brother All speaking in a babel a million languages From clicks and keyboard clacks to switches and bandage......Read the rest...

...Imagine myriads of strangers milling about on the expanse of a beautiful glowing plain which feels endless. The atmosphere is incredible (I don’t mean just the quality of the air.) It’s as if......Read the rest...

...What are my frozen states of contemplation Perhaps nothing different than others Who scroll social media endlessly Should I look for wisdom I could analyse the sound bites of friends Who 'need' ......Read the rest...

...A milling crowd (aren't they all), I call my name then try my real name then a made-up name. The crowd separates reluctantly, A man with an ever changing face steps forward. I inten......Read the rest...

...I look around me; wow, this is unexpected! Myriad strangers are milling about (thousands at least) on the expanse of a plain that feels endless even though I can see far out to a horizon of verd......Read the rest...

...Crazy plans were made some of us raced off to fulfill half-baked dreams, Some became causeless rebels, a few, artists, or poets. They travelled, they meandered here and there ......Read the rest...

...First sighting It was an early summer morning when my best friend Edwin threw pebbles on my window to wake me up I like morning slumber, waking up at six, looking at the alarm the clock on the......Read the rest...

...Alas I wander with wounds of love Thy heart has melted my wick burnt out No fire to kept my body warn, I am lost Take heed these lips have grown cold The milling of my soul will never be filled ......Read the rest...

..."Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." ......Read the rest...