Muds Poems - Poems about Muds

...Overlap of melancholy breezes,lips mumble In maze of complex routes, body bumble Dark souls shaking head in wonderment behind hedge Frivously pushing themselves over the edge Joy instants......Read the rest...

...She stood upon her weary raft Oar in her hand dipped in dark bath With every row she rippled suds Within the shadows deep as bloods Traversing dead lilies and stenching muds Oar scraping roo......Read the rest...

...Long time I stood In the middle of a crossroad Trying to find my way On the shades of black and gray I found ups and downs and plains And humps as big as mountains I found muds and puddl......Read the rest...

...If I could shapeshift….. On Monday I would be a horned owl Eating road kill, tasty and foul. On Tuesday I would be an intelligent pig Dressed in a pink rhinestone tiara and wig. On Wednesday......Read the rest...

...Today is a new spring’s first day Today is the birth of a new season Today is another blessed birthday Today is a special and memorable Sunday Indeed, it’s a novel or a new creation The sky is a......Read the rest...

...Sunrise ======================= By M. K. Dalei When crows start sanctifying the blue bright ether with their devine words The sacred sun takes birth in the lap of east c......Read the rest...

...so this poem is based solely on the title and its interpretations so the obvious one is racism do the blind only see the sound if you take it like colour as in shades of pink is shade just a......Read the rest...

...DILAPIDATED GLOBE A weary pneuma bleeds Tears of the miserable The poverty-stricken tumbledown The opulence shows gusto. At the sight of the indigent But very penurious in helping... The......Read the rest...

...Does the greens leaves the leaves! Waiting for the sun to rest for the day, Dreaming of the night sky with stars. He treads his path in the field of wheat. Unable to step any more further, He ......Read the rest...

...Are We Not Brothers, Made From The Same Dirt, (Tribute to Philip Freneau and his poem, The Dying Indian) Are We Not Brothers, Made From The Same Dirt I welcome you- sweet dawn, soft break ......Read the rest...

...a hole in the roof means you'll see clouds a hole in the plane means your going down but if your just a hoe muds seeps into the soul you'll munch weeds and make rows of green chow......Read the rest...

...there was a punctured potter whose wills strained shuffled shudders meagre muds moistened massive moans dark traces drooled, gaunt glows hoisted zeal hankered hampers: eerie efforts pruned pul......Read the rest...

...Her toenails had spikes that could stop a train Her fingers were claws that could dig through a drain Her teeth were jagged, her breath was ragged. There was no doubt we would have our work cut o......Read the rest...

...If I was a young carpenter bee I would bore in each and every tree create a big tunnel where family would funnel If I was a carpenter bee But if I was a cockchafer, I would live a little safe......Read the rest...

...DISTINCTION We complained As we were demarcated with colours We called the situation big big names Preferential treatment were dished Black muds all over our body We were served black banan......Read the rest...