Pavers Poems - Poems about Pavers

... There is a man, locked away. Shackled, chilled rusty bars, barb-wrapped fences apart from his fellow man. Shunned, unseen and unheard, stigmas of a world unknowing of repentance. Of reaw......Read the rest...

...Boy gets up at six Needs no alarm of complaint To shake The brief night of sleep From his hay-cropped hair Brushes his teeth Smokes a two dollar holler of cigarette for breakfast A pack a ......Read the rest...

...The Master taught the ancients, the brilliant art of making fire; Losing the art in imprudence, they also forgot the Master. Beliefs, doctrines, rites, rituals, Have, no doubt, elements holy; ......Read the rest...

...Are your words predictable, are the feelings staid Is the truth rehashed, the same pavers laid Is your verse now tired, its veneer worn thin Whose mask barely hiding —the emptine......Read the rest...

...SUMMER HEAT Heat, humid summer heat The air is thick enough to bite Rivers run down your back and face The air is still You can cut it with a knife Tarmac and pavers too hot to walk on Shimm......Read the rest...

... Saturday's Pub garden, littered with a thousand twisted cigarette butts, the scattered smouldering tombstones of last night's drunken dreams. Here birthed the Friday madness wild, thirs......Read the rest...

...I watch for her after midnight's twelve strokes, often thinking how life likes to play cruel jokes. Stilettos clicked on pavers as she walked a nod on the stairs, but we'd never talked. Eyes smud......Read the rest...

...The soft gentle breeze caresses my skin, tiny ripples washing over me, as cool invisible fingers tickle each tiny hair. I shiver. The path beneath my feet is hard, the narrow veins between the ston......Read the rest...

...Pavers of life worn down with ware Solid blocks built upon, set with care October years spent mending the cracks that Septembers years most surely lacked Crossing the yellow lines with a quive......Read the rest...

...Ah gotsta tell y’all ‘bout ma own two feet, Fo transportation dey can’t be beat. I’m right proud a them clod hoppers, see, Cause they always trekin’ on ahead a me. Don’t reckon dey ain’t no p......Read the rest...

...Dancing shadows along the path They play a game of hide and seek Playful while the sunshine peeks between each branch of beech and ash the boughs and leaves of autumn's grasp Dancing across the top ......Read the rest...

...sometimes life dope slaps me There's a bench in lieu of a headstone Over a kid that went early There's about five of them in that row The one under the bench was with me a couple of days after......Read the rest...