Raspy Poems - Poems about Raspy

...I continue staring at the wall. If spiders started spilling out of that crack. I don’t think I’d move. My mom thinks I’m weird. I hadn’t spoken for hours but there’s still echoes down here. I co......Read the rest...

...The morning sun spills across the porch, casting a golden sheen on everything it touches. There, in a weathered rocking chair, sits a whiskered old man, his face a roadmap of countless smiles and sor......Read the rest...

...The ringing of the morning bell tells all that the day of discipline now descends. Chaotic playground sounds then start to quell. Shouts and screams soften and slow. Raspy sounds, sharp points, ......Read the rest...

... Written: February 24, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Moonbeams kindle ambrosian dreams Love evolves on auric gleams A gem in space, a costly pearl, a Luna ......Read the rest...

...She was happy, Smiling and cheerful, They felt envious of her. She was hardworking, Brilliant and brave, They grew spiteful of her. She had an attractive charm, And an innocent soul, They......Read the rest...

...Her eyes closed tightly, head tilted down-- she covered her ears to block out the sound. Yet the cacophony of noise came from her soul, void of all joy, like a death bell it tolled. Scared to see......Read the rest...

... In only a few words I will tell you a tale, of our lovely princess nightingale The king’s life has become a living hell, in every temple you can hear the bell The royal guard in his hand was ......Read the rest...

...Santa and his reindeer Landed on my house Invading my tranquility Much larger than a mouse He didn’t have a gift for me Just was taking a short break From all his other rituals On Christmas......Read the rest...

... Gum trees standing tall amid the scorching sun. Home for Christmas day, each and every one. Old Sam from the house next door, Accepted our invite to share lunch once more. Each year on Chri......Read the rest...

...Harriet Harris née Kuritsky circa November 13th, 1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005 (untimely death sentence ordained ~ early February 1935) I trot out a poem acknowledging birthday of dear ole mom, who s......Read the rest...

...The bogs’ their fruit – the woodlands’ leaf embrace a ripened red motif, as cranberries and maples blaze Oh Lord, I praise October days. Where starling murmurations dance a breathless susurrat......Read the rest...

...Written: November 04, 2023, For Jaymee Thomas Contest _________________________________________ Reflecting on this rip-roaring round adventure, Gazing into the dept......Read the rest...

...As the final glimpse of the sun leads into an everlasting spectacle of twinkling dreams, peeking through turmeric traces of an amber aftermath, I listen to the nesting nightin......Read the rest...

...Thunder rumbles lightning flashes. Druids chant rhythmic runes. Electrifying tonights mood. Tis Draculas Halloween bash. Wolfman arrived in a mask And his houndstooth zoot suit. Six witches wit......Read the rest...

...He told me of the truth through a raspy mumble The last breath and words of a dying man Now through the dark I stumble Running for my life through a foreboding land My perception of reali......Read the rest...