Pads Poems - Poems about Pads

...Clouds of grey hues, Swim across the air above. A dove is flying high, Racing to reach his nest below. You can feel the rain, Drizzling droplets from the sky. Pouring as it comes, Faster......Read the rest...

...Forsythia my friend, I still cannot not discern, does a fiddlehead unravel into a lacy fern? Lilly pads such flowered floating seats for fortunate frogs. Monet’s favorite plant at his Givenchy ......Read the rest...

... Take time to linger, at the sweet cherry blossom, at the fresh rosebuds, green leaves sprouting, daffodils in full bloom. Crocuses opening their mouths wide, just like the frogs on the l......Read the rest...

...Ballpoint pens or sharpened pencils, Scads of pads of virgin papers, These are the tools, The base utensils, This poet needs for his mental capers. Thesaurus and dictionary close at hand, A ste......Read the rest...

... O, elusive muse, mysterious and profound bruise, you bewitch my soul, never to be found in the way of former use. In your absence, I am left with bittersweet caramello pai......Read the rest...

...Our dad drives with the recliner down like a waterbed as uncapped bottles of water gushes down. My older sister putting on her third face now, none of it hides her stuck-out tongue at me. My older br......Read the rest...

...Calendars and note cards, Labels by the score, Memo pads and bookmarks, Wrapping paper, sometimes more. Every single charity Reaches out to see If any of their offers Unlocks generosity. ......Read the rest...

...To be the ones to see that storm Rage across the jungle And witness the light arcing in flames From sky to horizon To feel the imminent thunder rumble To the pads of your toes. How clo......Read the rest...

... What kind of Madonna are you? Your silk is flesh, your green slippers are lily pads for the daughter of Venus. What if I laid my head upon your lap would you mother me, or caress dormant pa......Read the rest...

...The frogs leap across lily pads. Splash! The water flicks up. Despite the obstacle, they carry on. Lions roar as the prey whimpers. Scratch! Ripped to shreds like nothing. Yet the pride contin......Read the rest...

...It snowed last night I awoke listening to the cold whisperings of windblown flakes. Peeking through the closed drapes I can see that the snowfall fell just enough to cover the base of the conc......Read the rest...

...Aspen leaves flutter like birds as a breeze ponders the lake's surface and I brush away a willow leaf of cold jade. Soon there will be a face in the moon with its familiar brow arched over what ......Read the rest...

...This is beauty. The sun all up and bright. Need no more. The plethora of green. The wind so sweet. On the road I go. Up and away. The path so unknown . The Lily pads pave the way. I am true. N......Read the rest...

...Along the paw-trod path Narrow and dainty through the gorse Where yellow flowers Lie dim like fallen stars in the mist Comes a silent visitor, hesitant It licks its lips A taste like vi......Read the rest...

...Lily pads lollygagged in lovely repose I wish I had their water lamented a rose But then you would drowned answered lily from her cot. I had not thought of that, she said, rethinking her thought.......Read the rest...