Mounding Poems - Poems about Mounding

...First, build a big castle, sculpting turrets like pros. Mounding, turning, and working that dirt with hands deft and facile, dampening with the hose, squished through fingers, a warm oozing squi......Read the rest...

...Standing atop the cliff Looking down the precipice To the foam-crested waves. Crashing spume into the crags, I notice a small vessel Being tossed about by rollers, A reticent rainbow attempting......Read the rest...

...Falling, swirling, drifting down, softly padding to the ground, gently settling all around, hushing, hushing every sound. Piling, rising, mounding deep, leveling burrows, sloping steep, wrapp......Read the rest...

...Thankless perhaps or just a twisted delusional drift Compounded by an mounding anxious rift Eyes of turquoise green glass Take a direct trip to the past Bordering on the edge of obscene Trembling......Read the rest...

...reading between the brow, furrowed as it were, the earth - the dirt of his face, his eyes - his eyes tell a tale seeded with rhizomes burrowing deep in his psyche from all the rings of his years wh......Read the rest...

...Snowdrifts, mounding crystals sloping against buildings, nature protects bodies inside igloo. Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey Fifth Place Winner ~ "A 1 to 8 Line” Poetry Contest Sponso......Read the rest...

...sensually sliding, rhythmically pounding erotically echoing our hearts senses stretching, raw passion mounding impassioned lovers playing their parts our bodies moving in perfect time our hear......Read the rest...

..."I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ." Spring announces with a warm breeze, After the cold harsh winter freeze, The mounding snow capped mountain side, Slowly melts......Read the rest...

...Heaven’s landscape emerges radiating the evening firmament; splashing a colorful face. A twilight atmosphere lingers a fresh lull to the season. Crisp fragrances enhanced with dew; cleanse a......Read the rest...

...Cast upon this dry land I vow. Humble and meek my head does bow. Holding one dear with arms spread wide, revealing; flaming heart inside. An experience one can’t touch, when love of desire is ......Read the rest...