Recounts Poems - Poems about Recounts

...Unthinkable odds descriptive recounts, The Venus Flytrap, U.S.A, amounts. Unique to Carolina's, north and south, triggers sensory hairs in its hinged mouth. Small insect or arachnid alerts trap, ......Read the rest...

...Or nearby country lanes and quaint front yards, are the Eucalyptus Rainbow, streaked trees, found in Southeast Asia island countries. Two hundred twenty-foot tall tree safeguards, its ninety-four......Read the rest...

...Do you think I can save all ships in distress? How wrong you are! Times when I sorely pressed, Times when my beacon was snuffed out of its glory. Oh, I can tell you many an adventurous story, ......Read the rest...

...Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost... ~ May fourth, 2005 wedded bliss nearly fifty years half a century almost me not most favorite grown offspring, she (when alive) did boast, ab......Read the rest...

...Twice told toilet tale – a cheeky execrable gross fable which poetic product best be affixed with hashtag STINKY label. As a young whippersnapper and one precocious lad to boot, I discovere......Read the rest...

...The figurative nail hit on the hirsute covered head! Eventually vices will witness me crow king cough'n affliction caw hearse courtesy smok'n since me yay high, hence appellation (mountain) wh......Read the rest...

...Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004 Often these days (closing in on the eighth anniversary of eighth orbit around mister sun), the following genuine sentiment Matth......Read the rest...

...The night sky sways, Like a cobra And ensnares me in its web Bidding me to dream of The eyes of the one who waits for me In a heavenly abode Too magnificent for me to even dream of! The nigh......Read the rest...

...She leaned on her stick like the Tower of Pisa Her bones, porous and brittle, might break any day She’s all alone, her husband dead and gone Her only son, years before, shot down by a gun Sombre ......Read the rest...

...absence of sound is the deepest void, where silence reigns farthest spots, in that silence is heart beat of thought, swirling colours of hope, mist of dreams the din of noise like a turb......Read the rest...

...Mother dearest Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004 Often these days (early May 2021) the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share one son,......Read the rest...

...CHOOSING A BOOK Every book in the profusion on our shelves Tells a story that invites us to engage Draws us with wonderment to turn the page But yet more, recounts some truths about ourselves ......Read the rest...

...The clarinet waves touched the moon. He walked like a rooster in the moonlight, bewitched by the music and the light. The caparisoned elephants swayed their heads to the drumbeats. A......Read the rest...

...Dem Tiff Our Pikin Child Trafficking Her echoing screams pierced the night unreeling an impending woe rousing every slumbering soul prompting a sudden madness ......Read the rest...

...I remember this day as if it were yesterday Red lips, Red dress, White smile painted across your beautiful face Your dark eyes spoke kindness laughter and joy A heady combination for the devil to ......Read the rest...