Pocketful Poems - Poems about Pocketful

... “Upon Waking” Slumber has its upsides while the outside runs around like a split fowlyard, cacophonous pecking at each other and at the ground… Elsewhere, like d......Read the rest...

... utterly captivating was our magical night. as dawn lay down to sleep, we remained awake to stargaze. utterly romantic, honey-sweet moments we did share. a rendezvous tailor-made for......Read the rest...

...The Great Continental Divide, more appropriately known to most Easterners as the Continental Divide of the Americas, but nope, not out here in the Western country past the great Missourah and th......Read the rest...

... never will I forget hearing your assuaging earful a pocketful of moons ago; merely four words th......Read the rest...

...No-one truly knows what a moment is worth. The movie's not over till the credits are run. Life will never be fair for time has no conscience. ...and then we rip their wings off. Plastic, ......Read the rest...

...In this solitude cold morning, I see you in stripe. With umbrella atop your head And a pocketful of your hand, You walk gracefully with filmed legs. My two eyes were deep and mumble My skin......Read the rest...

...fortune pocketful the lines of his front palm read ~ sought a sage gypsy Date written: 05/05/2023......Read the rest...

... Torrential rain of tears Have since dried up. A pocketful of years I wish I could reclaim ...Read the rest...

... I wish I could capture today A pocketful of azure skies, As I stroll through this scenic way, Store it with photographic eyes, And present it as a surprise; I wish to collect ......Read the rest...

...If you come to my occasion Maybe birthday or dedication You'll be to me like a red rag to a bull Asking for rice knowing the price of a bagful Our common and daily food Is becoming an august f......Read the rest...

...Have you ever gazed into someone who has bitter eyes… In spite of all the good you do and with many tries.. They don’t choose to change how they look at the people around them everyday.. Leaving o......Read the rest...

...Dandelions, babies crying walking in the woods, astronomy, philosophy chickadees and childhood. Speckled trout, (a technical knock-out) strawberries red and sweet, winter, spring, summer, fal......Read the rest...

...All In The Name Of "Progress" The wrecking ball long since demolished boyhood house zen located at 324 Level Road, a once nonagricultural, pastoral, rural residence, which soulful yen I call......Read the rest...

...withholding... raging avalanche of perfervid feelings that can never be expressed. his heart hijacked at......Read the rest...

...We all have roots from seeds In and on the fertile soil of our lives Where we are planted to need The place we know as home to thrive Shaped and harvested we live to die As the grains of wheat a......Read the rest...