Reprises Poems - Poems about Reprises

...Chapter 1: The End of the Eastern Gilded Age 'Twas thrice yon 'ere time clichés galore, albeit, one two many times, that fairy tale's opening wouldst hitherto a harp. History, the effects of nar......Read the rest...

...The sky felt dense, The mood it gave off, Like moths in hue, And butterflies in pale, The showering of haze, Over us at ease, It’s not seen, And there I won’t be seen, ......Read the rest...

...As one life door closes all incarnates swing opens our afterlight reprises all spiritual energy presupposing all existent notions why give it away to ---unfounded FEARS?......Read the rest...

...My heart through its eyes So looking for a woman who reprises In her present form she reaches out Accordingly as my heart remembers her Sensually our path so do cross Apparentl......Read the rest...

...Je m’adresse au mystère du temps, Es-tu mon ennemi ou mon meilleur ami? Je n’ai jamais réalisé avant ce moment que les enfants n’ont pas de conflit avec toi. On n’entend jamais un enfant se plain......Read the rest...

...I hear the words. In autumn's silent verse lie anapestic wafts of falling leaves with golden syllables both bright and terse, the crimson pluck of summer as it grieves its loss of verdant shimm......Read the rest...

...SHOES, BAGS AND TAGS I’ve got a thing for handbags, all shapes and sizes It’s a bother changing, but the occasion always arises Whether pink, black, white, or brown, Alongside others, I never w......Read the rest...

...Has society taken a wrong turn Is there something we can learn, From the viciousness printed by the press To the sick trolls on the internet, Who hide behind their computer screens And post sick......Read the rest...

...She loves freely But she knows where her heart belongs She'd be with other souls But in her heart she loved him so And he felt the same way And was knowledgeable of her free love ways ......Read the rest...

...Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - II by T. Wignesan ( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham: Solaris, 1992, 62p. Pub. by ......Read the rest...

...The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One Dare his name be said? I say, of course, Yes! The Pied Piper, himself, is the man, the myth, the legend. And they, the so-called incurious lot of......Read the rest...

...Words were born that they might find your ear. A gentle breath against you, my lips brush your skin with the desire to whisper every word you could never hope to hear from another. Volumized i......Read the rest...

...Under the clanky aluminum conduit I sit easy eyed, watching My work boots, drink up rainfall The lively band above Reprises once more Her thunderous piece Perking up the dog ears Breaking ......Read the rest...

...Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces Your cousins and your wife, your nephews and your nieces Your kids and your grand kids; their elbows and their kneeses The hugs and kisses they ......Read the rest...

...Every time I get happy the Nana-Hex comes through. A dog's canines change into chainsaws, toothpicks turn into knives, coral reefs diverge into dirty sponges, a sandcastle into a mausoleum, ......Read the rest...