Pitchers Poems - Poems about Pitchers

...In the realm of shadow where memories are born and die unnaturally, And stars watch in silence, reflecting celestial nostalgias. The Moon dresses in the silk of night, preparing for union, With th......Read the rest...

...Whether I got married by my choice of courtship and romance, Or given an unknown bride with arraigned marriage, In the end, I get a wife, sincere, devoted, caring and loving. The time takes toll......Read the rest...

...Imagine juicy diamonds on our fingers the size of nickels and old polaroids on ourselves, hungry for some fresh film for capturing moments like the ones we have down by the river and......Read the rest...

...In the middle of Ava’s soccer game…somehow it came to pass that three members of my family were doing cartwheels in the grass. As our family grows and extends…as in and out each other’s lives we ......Read the rest...

...The holidays are history and winter settles in with its pain-in-the-rear wind chill; a light covering of snow finally brightens the mood for a day or two until it’s washed away by rain. The sump i......Read the rest...

...Let us celebrate this season in song "Away In A Manger" on thus "Oh, Holy Night" " Joy To The World" came to our delight "What Child Is This" Mary did ponder "While Shepherds......Read the rest...

...Spoon-fed by Manifestations of Truth-like truths Partial particles We have stopped The pursuit of search Sense of Subtle satisfaction Has put a lid Onto the otherwise open pitchers of O......Read the rest...

...A drop tickled his head; he ran like a rabbit; Showed each one; they rubbed off as it's his habit; He collected his pitchers and pots and stood out, Morning went; noon went; evening too; same drou......Read the rest...

...because it's springtime all pitchers and balconies revel emotions......Read the rest...

...I once was in a pickle between 1st and 2nd base I wasn't in a jar but I saw the pitchers face It was a sour type of game and quite dill I ran to 2nd to persevere my place With a sent if vinegar......Read the rest...

...Poetic phrases permeate passions perfect pictures Phonemic philosophers' personal pitchers Planets placed prominently propelling possibilities Poetry providing, producing, proclivities Pro......Read the rest...

... Hands move hastily, yet gentle Perfecting the design With creative fingers, sensitive To the clay, the substance That will be brought to life With the subtle hints of wonder H......Read the rest...

...“They look good,” he said to Joulupukki as he stepped out of the sleigh. “Flying in, they looked like a totally different team, but I thought you were going to run them, test their endurance.” Lum......Read the rest...

...Make me a flower delicate and sweet, spewing fragrance into the blowing breeze . Make me a violin from whose strings melody flows to soothe the ailing nerves . Make me a rain cloud sailing over......Read the rest...

...It isn’t my hand that runs down the pews. It is the boys with emptied hearts The girls with arms full and rocking The treatable gone. Plastic jugs are more dangerous than they seem. Knives do......Read the rest...