Riffle Poems - Poems about Riffle

...Naught but a billowed vagabond A breeze longing to shriek Soar on an eagle’s up draft Plunge, predator-like, to earth Riffle the grasses as I pursue The limitations of my fate ......Read the rest...

...Oh How I love him let me count the ways, my beloved is my only soul desire my beloved is all mine to one day mate! Love Always! Yes, he is mine from his head to the feet for me to caress and he cares......Read the rest...

...The plain song moves Drifting on the wind Flags riffle At its passing A nervous horse Prances and kicks Death pauses Wipes his plate For rich feeding Combat approaches ......Read the rest...

...I am a civilian at war I do not know how to hold a gun at all I hope to return home a warrior I am a civilian at war facing giants and the world I hope you hold my hand when I stretch it for ......Read the rest...

...As daylight crept away, defeated A darkness called me to be seated Beneath a tree that was no more Beside a silenced, absent, shore a cold wind chuckles passersby turn from her greeting c......Read the rest...

...A drone be, a male bee, useless in hive of she's, except at mating time! Expelled when job done. A drone is monotonous hum of sitars and bag-pipes, mantras meditating, prayer wheels. A dr......Read the rest...

...Thoughts of nothingness embrace the moonlight caress the emptiness of pilfered light drape it across the meadows in dull gray to light a path for lover’s gone astray -- as crafty shadows ......Read the rest...

...With the weak November sun and high treed bank the deep dark pool waters reflect no light nor sign ......Read the rest...

...Fathering a baby after surrendered hopes, Alive remaining after wearing the ropes, The Surviving Staff of a job- relieving Shuffle, A beggar winning a million dollar raffle. A chance to live a......Read the rest...

...I didn’t even know what type of bird it was - when I had to shoot to kill. I left the comfort of my bed on an early Saturday Fall morning to enter the unknown - a nearby forest so that I could......Read the rest...

...the lavender upon the hill drifts through my open doors supple chords of a stormy day to riffle my hairs to rising the purple bends my eyes as it folds but does not snap against the fit of su......Read the rest...

...I riffle through memories of days gone Like a junkyard of photo boxes When viewing the past again sees the dawn Of course, my favorite time it surely must be Living in my GMC va......Read the rest...

...i riffle in thoughts on the threshold of this day orchid folds blush against crimson shades as memories emerge in semblance of you i can almost hear your breath rise then fall amidst ......Read the rest...

...Sitting, Breathing, Learning Mountain breezes riffle Cottonwood leaves on the towering tree outside my window they rescue my focus from work as deep memory calls forth a poem by Allen Ginsbe......Read the rest...

...The truth is never enticing Like the cleavages of a fallen breast You lay at the surface your lame lies But I will dig truth from its daring depth You murdered her son for little bread But you......Read the rest...