Reveler Poems - Poems about Reveler

... In the depths of the cosmos, a river flows, a conduit, and vessel of prose, posing as condensation of Ethos. Moonbeams dance upon your ethereal ride. A portal to myst......Read the rest...

...During colder winters the river freezes over A vast sheet of ice spreading shore to shore While the traffic awaits March’s spring thaw, Old boatmen share traditional waterway lore And skaters......Read the rest...

...In the bush the dancing begins early Leather drums call from far and near. Steady rhythms mark timed steps, and Swahili is proudly spoken here; come Jo......Read the rest...

...Rush down from the hills and mountains Maneuvering around untold hurdles Negotiating paths of least resistance Adorn your banks with trees in blossoms Be the source of food and water Float the......Read the rest...

...If I had a secret life, it wouldn't be secret very long for I'm a talker, a reveler of words filled with stories that long to be heard; in the moving shadows of my days the heroes and the......Read the rest...

...Two toilets converged in a murky room, Frustrated I couldn't decide on both And be a reveler , long I fumed Stared em down, my dignity in doom To where it no longer became a joke; Then took th......Read the rest...

...Congratulations to Donald Trump Who gave Hillary Clinton the dump She looked as clueless as Forest Gump As voters saw her as Obama's chump Election night went bump bump, bump Republicans began......Read the rest...

...The beautiful enchantress I call you or the revered Goddess; So many sunk at your feet to death slow, by your beauty besotted While for a holy task you surrendered to please an anchoress. ......Read the rest...

...CULTURE I AM AN AFRICAN WOMEN A AFRICAN LEGACY AN A PROUD NATION I AM WHAT MY MOTHER SAID I WILL BE I AM WHAT MY FATHER THOUGHT I MIGHT JUST BE I AM THE TRUE REVELER OF MY CULTURE I AM THE ......Read the rest...

...People think I am a freak Wondering what chaos I shall wreak Seeing me they want to gag Just cos I am dressed in rag Shamelessly begging for alms Cupping my blistered palms Destitut......Read the rest...

...Mischievous thoughts? She does not bulge, Lip marks in red, On the white shirt; Accusations? True she could be? A red herring, Takes me now, For a wild ride; Disillusioned? Naughty be......Read the rest...