Puddled Poems - Poems about Puddled

...“I like it; go get it and stand it right there.” The ‘It’ was a concrete bird bath It was heavy as hell; about all I could bear I struggled… my wife had a laugh She’d seen it online; it was sel......

Continue reading...

... I’ll admit I’ve Thought About it The moment where The ground underneath my feet Reverses My life An old film strip Burning up after the last breath With the weight Embed......

Continue reading...

...Adrift in dreams while romance reading Asleep e're night shadows began creeping She lay puddled in moonlight's rising tide— Jane Austen's 'Pride and Prejudice' at her side In reverie, Eli......

Continue reading...

...“If you give me rice, I’ll eat today; if you teach me how to grow rice, I’ll eat every day.” - Quote by Mahatma Gandhi ------------------------------------------------ sprouted, sowed, dressed, tr......

Continue reading...

... NATURING PEACE Hungary hates hunting… Love’s lone lamb looks luscious… Puddled peace preferred… ......

Continue reading...

... The soft clouds of cotton white Wipe away the tears of the earth Absorbing the pain poured and puddled below Swarms of pestilence incubated in muddy melancholic pools of despair From clean,......

Continue reading...

...Where have you been Depression? gray, fuzzy robe, blanketed high, tucked under chin where salty tears dried, yesterday. Stuck to the corners of my eyes and down my neck, once puddled ......

Continue reading...

...Friends tell each other how they feel with relative ease and frequency, Siblings wait for a more convenient time, —like their deathbeds. Anonymous After t......

Continue reading...

... your breath upon the window freezes, lace ? yet soft upon my cheek, its somber strains as dampened words collect in tears to trace the spoor of sorrow weeping from my veins y......

Continue reading...

...I'm a fruit of the tree of life with knowledge of the unknown What I'm known to leave floats above trees with grown broken branches I've grown to see that not all soil is fertile as many se......

Continue reading...

...As the sky weeps in periwinkle petals of multicolored roses, rinsed in lemons, and lavender, the poet within me releases a bougainvillea bouquet of unfiltered gratitude, swaying to th......

Continue reading...

... Yard Work Written: by Miracle Man 5/13/2024 The morning has started with a drizzle falling, my name, the tall grass, seems to be calling. But a puddled yard, makes mowing hard, and......

Continue reading...

... (inhale) aim, undetermined ... what purpose do I serve? what is poetry’s primal essence?!? my words only cover pages that ghost the spaces of better intention ... that garland upon my bro......

Continue reading...

...He visited Simon's mother-in-law, who had a fever. Did he do so because she was kin of his disciple? The elderly needed care. He knew this as a healer. Wasn't their psyche more than their physique......

Continue reading...

...[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 4 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’] __________ A water cannon screeched around the corner on two wheels Four and twenty Terror Bugs were nipping at......

Continue reading...