Reedy Poems - Poems about Reedy

...Where art thou unknown spellcaster? If in fact such a female and/or male exists an insufferable existence clamors for surcease against riptide of ineradicable anguish. Living hand to mouth f......Read the rest...

... Written: December 14, 2023, For Ink Empress Contest ________________________________________ Sipping from nature's cynosure duct as yearning subtly for sweetness quai......Read the rest...

...This poem was inspired by the photograph titled, 'Running Legs,' by Lisette Model. I was an experienced hiker, who had rambled down many famous trails, Like earth's charming, 365 day t......Read the rest...

...I had always loved being near deep-sea water, and I was never too far away, As the beauty of fresher tomorrow, is but mystic hours from prevalent today. I enjoyed swimming and boating and surfing......Read the rest...

...luckily for our ambiguous plot structure and the stern requirements of partisan doggerel the ringing coin toss bounced then came up tails and fortune directed that the box be opened gingerly grip......Read the rest...

...I felt I’d been to hell and back before we reached the reedy flat, where the cattle mobbed before we crossed the stream. Old Harry called me over, taking off his battered hat “This is where she di......Read the rest...

...The Ohio wipes its face every few miles. This bend in the river forgets the wharfs, the gravel silos and power plants, only occasional coal barges push an industrial flatus before them. Here......Read the rest...

...Mine fervent aspiring political activism... Gunning gusto, (while rosy axles grind) for Bernie Sanders dagnabbit nipped in figurative bud triggered zilch prospects to germinate, cultivate, ......Read the rest...

...Mine fervent aspiring political activism... Gunning gusto, (while rosy axles grind) for Bernie Sanders dagnabbit nipped in figurative bud triggered zilch prospects to germinate, cultivate, ......Read the rest...

...MAYFLY I’m shadow’s child, grown on the lake, by women on their own. The reedy cattails, and brown mud pots, occupy my time. I’m taller now, and skinny too, like some noxious weed. And......Read the rest...

...Gloriously "FAKE" Early Boyhood Yah, ma brew their, and American sister golden hair - afar and away book as aye ken ream hem bar, yea when yar whiz jist a bay bee, hun me ......Read the rest...

...Pondering Castle Ruins At Dusk I came upon you near to dusk watching on the final hill as modern sculpture, graced stone calm, slumbering, still. I wandered through the ghostly rooms sparel......Read the rest...

...The moon shines bright, it's cascading light, In the evening, this little meadow, The beautiful moon, the beautiful night, It's dim light and dim lit shadows. The small white stars, the big blu......Read the rest...

...the daughter of a miller abducted, exiled, held locked as prisoner didst bawl achingly, effusively, indubitably murmured plaintively quite riotously didst call out for help, when stalked with f......Read the rest...

...CHAPTER 3 The River While they paused to rest a moment Han gazed suddenly behind them To the south a long way distant Faintly rose a hazy ribbon From the grassland; Han spoke quietly, "L......Read the rest...