Miscast Poems - Poems about Miscast

...A handful of sorrowful years have passed and now I bare my shame. A deserving fate for one miscast; deserving of the blame. For I was flailing as a dreamer, focussed on the past. Running from......Read the rest...

... Spring awaits its equinox of rebirth where bluebells display a bed of blue haze, vivid hues dazzle, delight, upon gaze, ......Read the rest...

...Mark’s bold forecasts were greeted with doubt One of his hearers braving “Get out!” Not just saying it: An exploded shout! He’d seen, Mark with a bottle of stout, A celebrant’s gulp and a drunk’s......Read the rest...

...Ted doesn’t like his past. He has yet to think fast: Clear not shadowy past, Lies warranting a blast… Plain Butcher for Doctor Poor Loser as Victor Roles that rolled on to jail, Court’s Ruli......Read the rest...

...a narrative with the rhyme of Twas the Night Before Christmas) Twas the night before Christmas, the manger's convinced, it stands ready to cradle a Savior and Prince. The no vacancy sign caused ......Read the rest...

...he was not dumb but he struck his thumb now he was dumb-struck and screamed jolly good his hand in plaster and bad luck his master he could not drive his truck to bide his tim......Read the rest...

...Coffin Your striking aura leaves most folks aghast, a somber beauty that bequeaths its mark. Adorned in satin, some would think miscast, may leave the tenant raging in the dark. Declaims fond ......Read the rest...

... to wend through golden grasses of my past with chill winds at my back from o'er the hill oh how I wish the glow of spring would last thus far behind me stands that boy, misc......Read the rest...

...Nature be my religion; Prayer be my dominion. Words felt but unwritten; In fields of green and crimson. I am a dreamer and a drifter; A non–conformist, resister. The wind is my whisper; And ......Read the rest...

...Spawn of the arcane, glutted, she sprawls upon the sands of mythos. As victims, star-crossed lovers, outcasts, we have all seen the traces of these nether lands. Sphinx-like, besotted, she lays a......Read the rest...

...The gift of shapes born in a cloud Could never make my father proud, Or accolades of merchant‘s turn My mother’s head toward my return, Imagination lost on one, But dad’s shoes worn meant dad ha......Read the rest...

...Dampened, gray, weighty day waiting Students emerge from school Baby faces but nearly grown Men and women life fuel Just a few years back in grade school Time has past slowly but fast The......Read the rest...

... two septets with rhyme At long last, my friend, she bears no shame. She spent a year seeking a soul-mate. His eyes obliged her life to claim, yet he could not, he would not propose. ......Read the rest...

...Heart is gathering dust from the past Out of the blue comes the mast of sea Blanching foam covetous ream Wo......Read the rest...

... sonnetina rispetto Why are you anxious, O my soul? Hope thou in God; He's in control. In mocking tones, my tears have asked, Where is this God for whom you thirst? Are you with trou......Read the rest...