Photograph Poems - Poems about Photograph

...is that honeysuckle, jasmine or poison oak? If I get too close to it to take a photo, will it be a problem? I get a teensy bit closer, because I want a great photograph. My sister does not have to......Read the rest...

...The laws are not in the management of the soul, but the greatest science fruits are punished with the sounds of the rails that follow the trains of the cows living without breaking the suffering of G......Read the rest...

...Today is not the usual day I have no word for it And indirectly I can't say Or draw it on a paper sheet It's like a photograph of you On Cromer beach somewhere And I recall the wind that blew......Read the rest...

...A head emerges from the loch, the creature nears the shore, he hopes to take a photograph - alas, he's seen no more.........Read the rest...

... The People with Wings It was a huge photograph of an eye – an amazing eye that now drew everyone to Mecca. It was said to belong to one of the ‘People with Wings,’ and, was the only evidence of......Read the rest...

...A Photograph The ‘click!’ of a camera echoes in the room, To hear that sound is a heavenly boon! It may not seem, but hear it this way, You just captured life in a moment’s play, With the clic......Read the rest...

...My bare feet rest gently on the stones at the bottom of a shallow, rushing stream. Through the clear water, I see the meandering veins beneath the skin. I feel a brisk shiver travel up my body, chi......Read the rest...

...The picture faded like the past she made. Embers crumbled in the flames. Smoke curled above the empty photograph in a smoldering state She grasped for the present but the flames burned her thoughts ......Read the rest...

... In the dingy light of an antique shop, I rummage through a box of old photographs. A lady’s image holds my eye: I hold her up to a soft light filtered from a nearby window. A scrat......Read the rest...

... I come here often, stop, and from the river bank, watch the ribs of an old wreck break through the surface on an ebbing tide. After all this time it still seems to crave for breath, to air ......Read the rest...

...Valued photograph I have kept them all these years An album keepsake.......Read the rest...

...Awaiting a growth spurt that never happened When a boy, I wanted to be as tall as my father (he passed away October seventh two thousand and twenty linkedin to congestive heart failure), who ......Read the rest...

...The look on your face Most beautiful in the frame Perturbed sight with ease.......Read the rest...

...A twilight's passing thought of your mysterious powers, in my lonely watch hours, as a thousand Ravens in whispered flight, their ebony eyes reflected in the moonlight, such avian deathliness. Y......Read the rest...

...Quote:"True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories."-- Florence King In the quiet folds of memory's embrace, Where whispers of the past find their place, There lies a fr......Read the rest...