Mops Poems - Poems about Mops

...Gaze from my balcony I stand in serene reverie. A visualisation of reflective streams, a teardrop to stir bubbles in circles. A panoramic view of my neighbourhood, faint laughter, children argui......Read the rest...

...cloudbursts never stop swollen lakes mimic buckets ~ and bogs soggy mops......Read the rest...

...Forearm mops the toil underneath unyielding sun pelted denim over the shoulder of blame only form of communication a fragment written upon signed with a kiss, red lipstick No name Gravel a......Read the rest...

...Because once a time in a round mud hut at the edge of the bottomless of pits, I know that a three- or four-year-old roars with his gut And he wipes snot with a broken jersey that barely fits Be......Read the rest...

...Randolph floating about twelve shops, From the one to the other hops: Hunter wishing to remain tops In a brisk business for food crops… Then, one day, off a guy’s arm chops: His salesman’s aft......Read the rest...

...SPOUTING INKGASM Time heals, season reveals, It invigorates artistry & obliterates skills. Profligacy of time mops up a beautiful mess, saturated on the ageless smile of my empress. But ......Read the rest...

...Too much temptation Blocking my road to redemption The devil is good at what he does Offering a variety of ways To get your buzz be it the vein or the liver satan is one generous giver the......Read the rest...

...Who hears the pain she shows in her eyes? And who mops tears when she cries? Who would look past her purple hair, To hear the story, she has to share? In public she wore a mask so bright, And ......Read the rest...

...My mop and I have a long history, Some of it fun, Some of it misery. Riding around town making horsey sounds, Turning you upside down, Look what a friend I've found! ......Read the rest...

...Still clear and sunlit are the tanned, weathered faces of the fisherman, their bloodshot eyes, beanies and checkered shirts, how they stood hip deep in their boats looking up at a gathered c......Read the rest...

...A briefly wrung-out sky is blotched with clammy clouds. A humid air clings to my chest. Damp squirrels hang limply from dripping branches. Desultory birdsong mops but not much. I yearn for......Read the rest...

...A crow swallows a biscuit piece at window Mops its mouth with mango twigs First sunlight enters room Sketching stripes on your neck Deep down inside A four inches long plant ......Read the rest...

...A stored ripening sunlight, opens veins under wet sods. We are conveyed on the thaw, upon the guttering soil through the squelching narrows of wayside hedgerows. Spring mops and sops, bree......Read the rest...

...When I was a kid and school was out, I'd rush home for milk and cookies. And mom would give me a note and some money to run an errand for her. But first I'd bike down this long steep ill behind the......Read the rest...

...I Remember Alma She sits in her favorite chair Beside her is her remote for the television Letters dating as far back as two years before are- Strewn out on the table next to her favorite chair ......Read the rest...