Preferring Poems - Poems about Preferring

...zany zippy zambo rarely watches Rambo preferring cartoons watching Saturn’s moons persnickety ways does not waste his days doing what he wants and only that brought home five dogs and one st......

Continue reading...

... What’s happening is clearly understood. Apollo has one hand around her waist, one predator, one quarry, interlaced. He’s coming up behind her (which is good),......

Continue reading...

...You'd tell me and I'd feel so good Together we both understood Our paths would meet perhaps one day If-then, maybe, who could say? Some bumps and dips along the trail When quiet lips from you ......

Continue reading...

... She entered unannounced; no bell, no brass. The aperture, a bureaucratic lapse in Nature’s accounting, permitted transit for the curious, not the wise. Through corridors of warped conjecture, she......

Continue reading...

... Her sugar intake was phenomenal, her blood index astronomical! She had become a sugar freak, three meals a day, seven days a week. Her doctor’s warning she ignored, his food suggestions had he......

Continue reading...

...I possess an unusual knack for making women bristle hence immediately this birdman wishes to escape into his eyrie or seriously considers joining a nunnery mainly for the less common slang defi......

Continue reading...

...So unhurried we do not begin at all, preferring to remain in tranquil repose, as divine inspirations in mind snowball, arising from a fulcrum God alone knows, we are as we are thus, bliss drenche......

Continue reading...

...Some write, others speak—both can read, both can listen, But there are those who choose silence, reading and writing, gathering everything in secret, They observe from the shadows, preferring the v......

Continue reading...

...Rhyme scheme by Robert Frost, words by the author The thing that makes me human wants a positive bond. That lady wisdom would illumine me, giving me social acumen. I try not to respond to ......

Continue reading...

... From the moment we met he'd treated me like a princess I was young and naive flattered by his attention, misinterpreting it as a forever love Mum took an instant dislike to him ......

Continue reading...

...I cannot speak of life; I’ve just arrived here, This matter I pondered for many a year. When girls first wore trousers, I felt a dismay, From a bright future, I turned and walked away. Trousers......

Continue reading...

...I’ve been listening to your eyes The way they smile the way they cry Pulling for miles red heart’s insides Little crows feet forming thin lines Telling what tickle’s mahogany mind Or what pick......

Continue reading...

...Arthur Rimbaud Translations of Antico (“Ancient” or “Antique”), Rêvé Pour l'hiver (“Winter Dream”), and Dawn Antico (“Ancient” or “Antique”) by Arthur Rimbaud loose translation/interpretatio......

Continue reading...

...My words are mirrors of a soul seeking its path among the stars, if I let them fly, they would tell of time slipping away like sand, of horrors and martyrdom that sculpted shadows on the walls of m......

Continue reading...

...Anything I say likely said before I find my poetry quite a bore Poetry is seasoned by my lavender life Like grams yams with cinnamon spice I suppose I’ve looked back and laughed At poems of li......

Continue reading...