Plucking Poems - Poems about Plucking

... Twas daybreak as this bright morn I rose Greeted at breakfast by my darling Rose A brief time together as by seven I've left Out to the garden, the street and then left Along cobbled paths wh......Read the rest...

...Moon's midriff chequered with light blue letterboxes and legos Carbon-dating the museums of our miniature hands riding the nightingale jukeboxes, Contoured in concertos of glacier nightgowns and ......Read the rest...

...Deep within our cosmic fabric hides The magical, mystical thought that carves the world into waves. The scarf of the evening pulls over the flight of winds, Like the celestial dawn that envelopes ......Read the rest...

...Once before my bedtime, nearing, which I dreaded, fazed and fearing, Stories mother would read me before she closed and locked my bedroom door — While I washed up in the water, could mom have......Read the rest...

...They write in the language of perfume flowery powdered words all layered colours rising and lowering in different light spectrums as if the reader could discern without wisened translator th......Read the rest...

... You tell me about Love: “Love is being calm. “Love is soft and sweet like the skin of a newborn. Love whispers and sings, just a little off key. “Love consumes, and you are consumed in t......Read the rest...

... Sunny Side Up I feel the need to feed my soul, egg yolks cracking, upon a stove, Images scrambled in my brain, hatching dreams so as to breathe. Will I ......Read the rest...

...You see all those flowers in the garden, You like the rose more than the violets, Sunflower seems to catch your eyes, Marigolds never were your types, Plucking up all those flowers you go home ......Read the rest...

...He floats just above the waterline of humor I never know if he’s on the level or not, peers over the edge, on the brink of absurd rumor. Maybe human mirth has been squeezed out of him while til......Read the rest...

... Wasted sunsets, when the sun comes down she will not find me there solo as the moon steady as an ocean stone, I arrive there solo, ......Read the rest...

...He bleeds the power of a savage redcoat Breaking the bones of his weak allies. That love hurts As much as you love to hurt. Biting the face that endured your graze Bleeding the blood that pumped......Read the rest...

...Hummingbird’s playing in the background, The Page plays the blues, interludes, fingers touching the sensual key notes scent openings in the mind reeling in the horizontal lines alo......Read the rest...

...Do you feel the chaotic concerto? The cloaked and clandestine composer Plucking at the ivory keys, exactly eighty eight With even more ways to tangle those Countless red strings of taut linear fa......Read the rest...

...Imagine, if you possibly can, The primate called orangutan. A great many people admire his cuteness; They don't even seem to mind his hirsuteness. His arms are too long so his shirts never fit ri......Read the rest...

... comparison is a pickpocket plucking joy from my handbag I have been compared to countless things and things that cannot be counted, or counted on mostly fair assessments of character only a h......Read the rest...