Quarter Poems - Poems about Quarter

...I rarely pay for things in cash, Although some stores prefer it. They charge more for a credit card, So customers deter it. But at the local bagel shop, I placed my morning order And realized......Read the rest...

...This is Mr. Squeaky, mouse reporter, squeaking to you from the Swiss cheese quarter, where the crime bosses will decide the price you'll have to pay for a provolone slice. My modest size lets m......Read the rest...

...Gloria Gee was driving her dragon Mars home in style. They were be there in little over a quarter mile. She had painted her pick-up truck with hearts and stars. How do you like it? She asked her n......Read the rest...

... at last the traffic comes to a halt... a quarter moon peeps between hilltops while a lingering ache stings my flesh in hours moist with mid-dusk 's need for quiet reverie: I unzip ......Read the rest...

...I searched 'ere the dawn, where could it have gone, for now, it possesses me, as a mystery, till dawn met me. I've no rhyme or reason that a loved entity goes awry, having to comb wi......Read the rest...

... Estranged by you, alienated I’m not the one I used to know All what is me comes out outdated As if I was there long ago In previous times, when life seemed shorter When I was living for one d......Read the rest...

...A rhyme. Helps control the chaos. Time. Lime. Thyme. My ideas normally stray. So I tame them. They go further, anyway. Strolling through the downtown of my thoughts. Disjointed like dinosaur b......Read the rest...

...The laws are not in the management of the soul, but the greatest science fruits are punished with the sounds of the rails that follow the trains of the cows living without breaking the suffering of G......Read the rest...

...The time was a quarter past half past to twelve on the second from last day at the beginning of the month in the year twenty-twenty-soon, and all was quietly loud. The dancing had only just stoppe......Read the rest...

...NO RUNNING, JUMPING, OR DIVING FROM THE BALCONY (sign at the pool in the YMCA on Huntington Ave, Boston} NEVER PUT ANYTHING IN YOUR NOSE SMALLER THAN YOUR ELBOW (what my mom shouted while she re......Read the rest...

...Michael Joseph Jackson Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009) was an American singer, songwriter, dancer, and philanthropist. Dubbed the "King of Pop", he is regarded as one of t......Read the rest...

... He ministers to his congregation the lame, the numb and the broken On random street corners they gather To watch him perform, they’d rather – Than rattle their cup for a......Read the rest...

...It is a quarter turn at best or a full leap from not looking yesterday in the eye to then smothering it in kisses as exhausting as those long nights delirious to what will brin......Read the rest...

...Have you seen that old wishing well It’s the place where dead dreams dwell Where onlookers can tell That this is where many hopes fell Please don’t visit that old wishing well It’s a place whe......Read the rest...

...Zephyr flows through a heart stuck in the beautification of depression Lost in ubiquitous dark sadness, your only ethereal expression A tenebrous journey lies long ahead a once sanguine soul t......Read the rest...