Mixed Bag Poems - Poems about Mixed Bag

...Live is but a patchwork quilt Stitched together by Providence Fate and life's events It gets larger if you're lucky Collecting new patches to add every day A mixed bag of varied textures Both......Read the rest...

...When they took him there did you hear what they did? Was there call or grunt? Laugh or scream? Joy or lamentation? We perform the strangest or most grotesque of auditory communications. Such......Read the rest...

...Aging woman stands on the precipice betwixt birth and death reflecting upon her life. Bereft she sometimes feels when reflecting upon her life. Crying, she succumbs to silent t......Read the rest...

...Precious priceless progeny Hands down the most dramatic change ever needed to make the most profound impact awoke from helping beget the first offspring. An internal paradigm shift reshuffle......Read the rest...

...does my voice carry or just echo in my own mind I feel it, reverberating even when silent, my own judgement sends shockwaves over my skin over nothing, I recognise that is it my voice? nar......Read the rest...

...August! Most days uphold the Leo Sign- Urge those then born- to follow Lion's line. Grand confidence and steadfastness are prone- Unless the sting of arrogance is shown- Sensed not accept......Read the rest...

...In prison, and bereft of all defence, But my Healer, graver than ever ere, Swirls his chair round, yon of window to stare As if to get inspired from Providence. More of a dumb than mute, I cur......Read the rest...

...span of profound growth mixed bag of flowers and fruits~ with lofty spirits ......Read the rest...

...The lure of the sea is a mixed bag for sure; when you’ve got the bug, there’s simply no cure. On a rough day, when it’s stormy, like a magical spell, but watch out on those warm days, with the......Read the rest...

...Upon reflection looking back Being I as a person as you yourself are The past is a mixed bag no matter who you are It wasn't all good likewise I couldn't have been all that bad either E......Read the rest...

...-sculpted in false image- Hey, look at me now I see I’m more like you, and less like me chiseled and shaped the mold half broke chipping away at pieces of my soul Till I don’t know ......Read the rest...

...I find it fascinating how the human mind ponders the origin and shape of ideas and how everyone wanders. I wonder why I can’t help but think in terms of rhythm and rhyme when oftenti......Read the rest...

...Todd was riding in the desert, through Arizona’s red-brown waste, out chasing down word of silver, it was 1878. He had nothing to go back to, never had fit in well back east, he’d left for De......Read the rest...

...I’ve Been So Lucky in Life! (1&2) (Only Raped 5 Times Metaphorically) Poem’s Introduction My poetry has always been about transparency. It’s about......Read the rest...

...The birds are singing merrily. The sun is burning off the fog. Somewhere nearby, I hear a frog, Oh wait, I think that might be me. Sometimes it’s pretty hard to tell; I’m guessing spring has ......Read the rest...