Rambler Poems - Poems about Rambler

...“Of all flowers, methinks a rose is best.” – William Shakespeare, The Two Noble Kinsmen Sweet Rose, for ages you have blessed the human race with your beauty, elegance and grace. You show yo......Read the rest...

...Born December 5, 1961, blonde cherubic, lips of rose buds, eyes of the bluest baby innocence. Remember the 1960's brother, Massapequa proud, Long Island. Our Cedar Street, lined once with what ......Read the rest...

...Let the muse snooze! The poor dear having been drained of all rhyme in search of reason… Let the muse have a day of rest...when, regenerated he will be closer his best… But don’t let the m......Read the rest...

...Where bold breezes blow a wondrous world awakes, they swaddle silken scenes that surround so many, fresh air is an awesome advantageous aspect all told, it inspires instantly without waver whatsoe......Read the rest...

... His soul alive when he rambled Hours and hours upon end Being alone with mother nature His one and only true friend Confined, suffocated between four walls He needed to roam free Through th......Read the rest...

...Is ever a never, really never Is it so, a letting go, really lets go For what is a definite when it cannot be defined, Or a songbird that chirps or a rambler that binds And do the very layers of ......Read the rest...

...Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler, nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort, they face whirlwind snowfall, freezing ice, while others brazenly squirm, not for stoic diarist this thre......Read the rest...

...Written: September 07, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ I can't sleep at night, so I stay alive. I am awake, and I search and strive. I'm no warri......Read the rest...

...Nobody can discover anything that's hidden in the quite woods of the bewildering wilderness... if adventure and curiosity limit our perception to fully explore it; and it can't make us marvel at......Read the rest...

...Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler, nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort, they paint sound and city pastel, never at a loss for inspiration, weather neither bar nor barrier, in ......Read the rest...

...*Image of Looking Out Windows by Futurity. Futurity I can still see dad's '65 Rambler I can still see mom's Pineapple Upsidedown cake Too bad I cannot still see them... 2023 Ja......Read the rest...

...amazing grace ~ apricot sunblaze blushing bride ~ breath of life crimson shower ~ coral dawn darling flame ~ dreaming spires English red ~ elegance fond memories ~ faithful gentle touch ~ gol......Read the rest...

...Many are the miles you snake along the hillsides, through the valleys, conforming to the highways, partitioning pasture from pasture neighbour from neighbour, friend from foe, son from father. a......Read the rest...

...As Mad Dog Milt wanders back into the town Caressing his trigger, his face wears a frown Six months in the hills but it’s time to return And somebody somewhere is going to burn Six months of li......Read the rest...

...POEMS ABOUT POOL SHARKS Shark by Michael R. Burch They are all unknowable, these rough pale men— haunting dim pool rooms like shadows, propped up on bar stools like scarecrows, nodding and......Read the rest...