Oaken Poems - Poems about Oaken

...NOT PLONK A well-corked bottle lets nothing escape Subtle added tastes from an oaken cask I’ll sip and enjoy this fine cultured grape Is a well-rounded body too much to ask A label removed w......Read the rest...

...I was an illustrious, nuclear physicist, and I was studying the strong force, Holding together building blocks of all atoms, as stars hold to their course. That force joins roaming quarks, which ......Read the rest...

... homelands / husbands / playing house / strands & strings of horses behind strangers lounging un-belonging to Thebes of Sevens or women, depending on how you slice matters, as a perspective ......Read the rest...

... Let us not be fools and pretend this planet won’t implode, Beneath a mosaic ceiling, writing in a grand poetry dome! Where ethics and morality are shoved in an oaken drawer? And with ......Read the rest...

... 11/28/2023 Let’s be fools and pretend this planet won’t implode. Beneath a mosaic ceiling, hiding in a grand,poetry dome. Where ethics and morality are ......Read the rest...

... Trees, oaken, shivering. Blustery winds change style with color. A rich raiment, till stripping them of leaves. ......Read the rest...

...The Whaling City Like many working cities, from time long past, This place too, captured a man’s hearts and mind, And so, they came, tired, drawn, weary, seekers, Castaways and drifters see......Read the rest...

...I was a fashionable horticulturist, for elegant flowers keep eternally in style, Like the saffron sun, coming and going, always causing dark skies to smile. Plants were a jade preoccupation, long......Read the rest...

...July evening, ash and ember Crickets croon a lullaby Fire feasts on oaken timber Smoke spirals toward the sky July evening, ember and ash Sparks below and stars above Flames flicker, flail, a......Read the rest...

...I smell like pencils in September. After they’ve been brought to that…to the machine hanging on the closet wall where our coats, our boots, our bags, and nonsense lived. You stared me in the eyes......Read the rest...

...Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber, But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. I sense a wince remind itself, Of what it means to be, Instead to ......Read the rest...

...Who’d go ahead to smack a cheek, Because owner had sounded Greek: Pounce on his salary thought sleek, To delay it week after week? Such actions of iron hand reek, Later, boss’ corpse for vultu......Read the rest...

...Some say they dug up six Some, it was only four Each from a different conflict Of that bloody and cruel war. They placed each on a stretcher Concealed under a Union Jack; One they chose at r......Read the rest...

...Steel cold, rough hands lay slack. Pull it taut while gripping the back. Getting it apart takes a lot of force. Days pass, and so strain, as a horse. Gather up inside of a ductility......Read the rest...

...Poetry is a busy crosswalk downtown, when everyone moves together with elbows held a little wider than normal. Poetry is a middle-aged man, creased and folded, sprawled out on the neglected w......Read the rest...