Quivers Poems - Poems about Quivers

ARROWS AND QUIVERS , Arrows and quivers, Of the common people, Glued to his shoulders, He walks incognito, His paths are invisible, Like the speed of light he runs, On the roof tops he walks unnoticed like an ant. Comes in the colors of shadow, And with camouflage of a chameleon, That perches on a tree, The whistle of his arrow roars like lion, Sticking to...

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When a puny mind with no virtue of humility Tries to reach the heights above But threatened by a fall into the depths below A life with no intentional destiny No bivouac No ideal but tedium Quivers full of arrows But with no fixed target An unforetold obscurity A menace only to whom who wants The plaudits of men...

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I soak in his wheezed language drenching my breath ,as twilight rips the lining of my skin; a massive fire slowly rolling upon our chests… as the lion in him kneads a melodious rambling that the climbing heat, the serenade of minstrel’s tunes gushes on this day through a café’s view. Then once, twice, thrice with gentle stutter of outstretched whispers--- through the lure of...

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quivers in winter's chilling northerly brisk breeze... bamboo cane hedgerow ...

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You crave success in your hunting trip. That's why you stuff your quiver with too many arrows, spoiling its handle that hangs on your shoulder. You are thirsty, your mouth and throat dry as a land not rain-bathed for seasons. That's why you desire to drink-dry as many rivers. Where are your ears? Let them sip from the well of wisdom of our elders who say: "moderation arms better than a thousand charms but lack...

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