Pon Poems - Poems about Pon

...When silence speaks.... In the still hush of dawn serene Silence speaks of this pastoral scene Whispers of wind through fields of green Where nature’s beauty truly convenes ......Read the rest...

... poet, you called me? oh no - that’s not I ... there's truly just ONE he writes ‘pon the sky of sunsets and stars of space without end ......Read the rest...

.... "ya see" she pointed whilst hern dome 'pon mine hip's limbz her see up "look" s......Read the rest...

.... In the garden man belongs kneeling in the early uv spring Earth 'twixt each hiz thick ......Read the rest...

... In a garden, where light dances ‘pon the trees Privet hedge’s blossoms perfume the cool damp air A secret room inside holds lovers’ decree Whispers of promises, love beyond ......Read the rest...

...Listless on plate waited the farewell cake, So did most colleagues— eagerly to leave, ‘Pon vouching polite words, bulk of them fake, I still recall that routine tedious eve, When companies to ......Read the rest...

..."The world is God's pure mirror clear to eyes when free from clouds within"Rumi Yellow sunrise illuminates night sky It chases darkness away to the west Goldfinch sent in to feed by ......Read the rest...

.... From mine dream'd mine fond illusion I heard the sound the pretty sou......Read the rest...

.... sum dayz she don't talk so if'n i listen real hard whilst ......Read the rest...

...aye! ye sing nay dance! demanded o' the demon in brighten'd tar but wizen'd burr gave sudden slip did gape ‘n gash ‘pon cracken'd jar fell he into a midden pit so ran the blood ‘......Read the rest...

...If lesser chimps bow, trail alpha male’s tail, A filly fawns on husky horny stags, Show willing hinds to a dominant male, And paupers if please podgy money-bags, Man, an attired ape, bows to......Read the rest...

...In scarce a week the place began to weave A weird fascination upon me, Nigh hard to bear, harder still to believe, I felt as if a dragon from a sea Was slowly digesting me in tight noose, A......Read the rest...

...From Nabob of Junagarh, of Nizam— Collecting tax on cotton and the kind, The taxing job having strained of my calm, I’d stayed at a quiet place, though haunted And scary, a lovely place no le......Read the rest...

...I As things do return home like a refrain, On way back from a country tour were we, A leisurely long trip—my kin and me, And met a quaint character on the train, As I recall, in his late li......Read the rest...

...in the garden of alms houses far from yard to door then on to pasture grasses raw then more a faerie from a yonder land came crying laid at Johnlow’s floor ......Read the rest...