Raucous Poems - Poems about Raucous

...It’s funny to look at creatives, painters, writers, musicians and such, look back across their bodies of work, and laugh at how much of it is luck, that things they put their whole soul into now......Read the rest...

...I dread closing my eyes Because when I do, The sane, real world around me dissolves Replaced instead by an inner monster Rising up from the deep dark depths of my mind I make it soun......Read the rest...

... On our walk the other morning as we reached the water’s edge…much to our surprise there among the usual animals…we saw a swarm of dragonflies. Flying around us willy-nilly…apparently without a ......Read the rest...

... At the edge of hazy horizon in the sky of slate he sees the raucous cloud clumps on the wings of storm ride. Sparked by their contra current he bursts asunder in anger the opaque sky’s void, ......Read the rest...

...Cicada Dreaming was told to Roland Robinson in 1965 by Julia Charles of the Yoocum Yoocum clans from the area around Wollumbin in the headwaters of the Tweed River, Northern NSW and is used with perm......Read the rest...

...There’s a burning yen nomadic deep within entrenched, to absorb fresh environments ambrosial on foot, where incidental hue or august colour wash abound, or that March bloom tantalising shady patch......Read the rest...

...There is an urge within me to wander randomly, to explore in vivid detail each kaleidoscope, incidental hue or pristine colour I encounter, or just as likely that tantalising shady patch, with it......Read the rest...

...I dreamt of blue birds and buzzing bumble bees. I roamed with the bison herds, prayed with mantis on our knees, and butterflies in the breeze. I greeted the cheery chickadees, dragonf......Read the rest...

...Memory, the annihilation loop in darkness haunts… this night…a hammer old, gun barrel cold weight of a baby’s head, less a hair gripping death, tempered fire punching steam subtle, dangerous, ......Read the rest...

...This December day that feels like March or April Beckons me down to my old thoughtful spot To the bench on the hill above the lake Where I have discovered poems waiting for me Behind me, the oa......Read the rest...

...REPAID by Doug Stoiber Out walking on a mindless errand, lost in thoughts of this and that I came upon a bleak tableau, cruel Nature in its direst test. A battered bird with broken wi......Read the rest...

...UNDERBELLIES What underbelly is this containing quiet grasping greed for my magical sword gifted to me by St Michael ? What underbelly is this that deciphers my Heart thro......Read the rest...

...Crows are mobbing a hawk, it is perched on a high branch, striving to ignore the sharp beaked onslaught, yet it cannot withstand for long, the onrushing claws and wings. The crows work as one......Read the rest...

...(inspired by "Gifts of the Most High" by G Alan Johnson.) The crows know me, and I, in their untamed glares, and wild, accepting, onyx eyes find a solace. No need for ID, for they’ve been watc......Read the rest...

... I have lived a long life of 86 years, now I relive my past memories of hopes and dreams when I was young and thoughts of success abounded as well as lascivious ideas of encounters with sex ......Read the rest...