Moss Grown Poems - Poems about Moss Grown

I did not summon these thoughts, they arrived already breathing

...I did not summon these thoughts—they arrived already breathing,
wrapped in the salty cloak of silence, like relics
rising from the forgotten graves of someone else's ruins,
where echoes dance like...

September Nights

...

When the leaves fall, gently as the first kiss
From the mother who has just discovered the wonder
Of motherhood, the music – so very good…
	Aching prayers, faded into the moss-grown forest...

A Walk through the Forest

...

Seeping through families of oaks,
Surrounded by pines, laurels and all…
Gentle leaves, so alive – yes, they breathe,
Silent like the peace I find here,
Enclosed in their embrace, 
Soft music...

Mocking the Dead

...Here I stand before hundreds of moss grown graves
There is a mournful silence that extends
Through the weed grown path, no traveller walks
The place, some morbid warning portends

Hu...

Decayed

...As I stand before this old, dilapidated house,
A structure fast decaying and about to crumble, 
With its walls painted grey and white,
And the plaster bearing cracks and marks,
Memories l...

To Weep Tears

... 
"A dagger of pain, a tear of grief."

                                       Quote by _Constance

I go to the forest where we once walked,
and stroll down the paths where we laugh...

Muffled Whispers

...“Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house,
 can you hear the whispering? " 
                                    Quote by _Constance La France  

Standing before this old, dilapidat...

Graveyard

..."A graveyard is the only place where all distictions are leveled and the rich and the poor rest together in peace".... By Poet


Though the sun had begun bleeding in the West
With an ...

Unbeknownst To Rhymezone

...Making it known in the twilight zone, 
an unknown, error-prone player reached a milestone 
using  follicle stimulating hormone 
to produce a phytohormone clone of Alicia Silvestone 
honed from a ...

Silently In the Graveyard

...Gazing into the heavy eyelids of the sun
In the sacred silence of the dusk	
Through a route obscure and lonely
I walked on until reached before a grave yard
My thoughts curled round t...

Where Do All the Pooh Sticks Go

...Where do all the Pooh sticks go, you lovingly selected,
dropped in the water, on their way? Then ran across the bridge
to witness how they fared, alone, without your guiding hand.

All now slithe...

Devoid

...Three petals down, I feel moss-grown...
Nightcore is the tempestuous phrase, 

She feels withdrawn, I reclose,
He indrawn his heart, I disclose... 

Until this night is over,
All alone, I can'...

Directions

...Take that road down yonder, she said
Toward the signpost that reads, lickskillet
Turn right up thar and then left after that
To a highfulootin road that’s paved in black

After you see the red s...

Walls

...We built a chinkless wall
Without blueprints at all.
We did not pause to think
About this wall of ours,
As stone by stone it rose
Above our tiptoed eyes.

Trash piled up on both sides
Of what...

Old Folks

...OLD FOLKS

Gone those elder-respecting days -
An ancient could well topple over
As uncouth youth speeds around him

The Walmart express departs
My God!
Look what’s been left behind –

A mul...

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