Prickles Poems - Poems about Prickles

...Death sits docilely, patiently vigilant of me Waits wordless on a weighted vinyl chair, visits the restroom, holds coffee Is this love? People are strange, faith say Death is stranger Registerin......Read the rest...

...Thorns and prickles dangle at the root of the tree and the temperature is shouting at a hundred and seventy degree; destiny is baking a global cake and you have to get your slice before they close th......Read the rest...

...Crimson velvet, soft and sweet, Unfurls its petals, warm and complete. A fragrant whisper on the breeze, A symphony of colors, pleasing to appease. But beneath the silken touch, a glint, A pri......Read the rest...

...I serve the Truth That prickles often minds Ruthless return.' Lord all components Many parts; none removed no.' Every atom owned sic.. Who can turn off? Sun black, the midday faces' Tell......Read the rest...

...All knowing tree was silent, assessing the strangers How had they gotten to this side of his forest? He had heard no alarms, this was curious. Watching the interlopers, he made some predictions. ......Read the rest...

...Picnic delight, Flies bite. Sunny spot, Too hot. Ants munch. Your lunch, Forgot chairs, Who cares. Sit on ground, Prickles found. Clouds form, Not warm. Rain you get, Very......Read the rest...

...AT THE BEYOND It is here at the point Where no life exists Where shadows lurk Life is made While Creation does nothing But watch itself in A hole that never ends Ether dances and joke at......Read the rest...

...Roses Roses Roses In all her glory, dawn has burst forth, With a slight glow of early morning brightness I sit in the bower, listening to birds in concert And admire wonderful, Ro......Read the rest...

...When I dream of sun graciously leaving the scene, I could feel how crueler in these-days he has been; Hasn't the dear summer said his grin-filled goodbye? Why, then, is the naughty sun still high ......Read the rest...

...I walked past leaving the noisy streets behind Entered a less travelled path leading to the woods Where the scene gleamed with refreshing verdure Here Nature lay in calm repose, deaf ......Read the rest...

...My kid is cool A real surfer with blonde hair to match The waves come without warning Riding is a thrill for us all Calm to the peak with explosive prickles Rain or shine we ride Out or in I w......Read the rest...

...Like prickles of icicles, stinging sticks of poison pricks, shown to me on pinkish peaks. Rank results followed insults, hard hits and bombarded bits of scattered memory leaks. It was in pa......Read the rest...

... I saw blue memoirs fell from momma's eyes, as she looked into my brown retinas. Swiftly she removed my medicated glasses, a dominant gene I carved out from papa's bottled eyes. "Oh! sorry D!......Read the rest...

...Marches in the month of March, Mud fertile; does water parch? Grass green; moss grows immodest, Spring harbingers great gladness august...! Lustrous sun climbs zeniths high! Modestly nude flow......Read the rest...

...Night witches own the dark, as they sweep the skies on their knotted broomsticks. They take to flight, in pairs, on the waxing moon or new moons, when the sky is darkest, the stars at their dimmest a......Read the rest...