Riffles Poems - Poems about Riffles

... Showered with petals, long since gone, Silk cloth exchanged for armour strong, The transparent walls imprison souls, No heart or living thought consoled. Our presence blurred in mirrors c......Read the rest...

...As I lay on my fluffy bed with my head tilted towards the ceiling, in trance, at dawn I felt my hair rising as a consolating presence so still as water, envelope me. A consecrated entity with face......Read the rest...

...GHETTO ANGEL I'm always at peace yet I stick to my guns. Its paradoxical for my traits to take turns. Decipher the oxymoron in a peaceful worrier, No harmony or truce without wagging war. Peac......Read the rest...

...Riffles, catching debris as it passes. Holding on to that which seems small Only to be dislodged when bigger comes Tiny and precious can dwell deep down Only to be washed out by a flood Disru......Read the rest...

...pages of a book printed, written in all fonts characters, small or bold, tweet stories of the world sketches, images of sorts facades of all, not cajoles phases of a book happy faces on eac......Read the rest...

...An old Point Man phoned, “Do ya think you can do it?. Driving doggies and cows from the flanks of Mt. Stewart?" Fattened on grass for a year they had stayed. “Move a river of horns down to Yaki......Read the rest...

...Glistening like a mirror The turbulent waters stilled Reflecting insects skittering The call of a whippoorwill Subtle riffles across the pond Caused by a summer breeze, A magical movement clo......Read the rest...

...I am fourteen. It’s a hot summer day in 1954. My mother, father, two brothers, one sister, and I Pile into our 1952 Chevrolet station wagon And head to Coady’s Creek in Perintown, Ohio. It’s ac......Read the rest...

...I was once, a little child with no idea of who I would grow up to be. I was once, a little child wanting a hug and love. I was once, a little child wanting a word of kinds. I was once, a little ch......Read the rest...

...Guilty by birth, A citizen by a vote A right that took centuries for women to exercise A narrative that still paints societies In two opposing colors With tension simmering underground And th......Read the rest...

...I looked outside my window One bright and sunny day I saw the birds fly to and fro Their chirping seemed to say Come out and see this glorious world And listen to our song With sunshine and o......Read the rest...

...On the tips of our leaves, a slight touch a whisper to make us all blush as it riffles our tresses with icy caresses our limbs going stiff as we submit to Autumn’s red faced pall. ©8/23......Read the rest...

...A cool breeze taunts the open window teases the hairs on my arms curbs the fervor of my delusions riffles through my insanity cajoles me into a distant gaze thoughts drifting into night’s allure......Read the rest...

...to the raindance on windowpanes and the sunspill dousing the last of winter to the rosewhiff soaking the breezes and the grasstickle on my naked soles to the silkswirl of manes’ riffles and the......Read the rest...

...In moments of twilight civility an exchange of gifts - darkness for light.. RISING from beyond the softening silhouette edge you brighten like a blushing damsel hazy haloed unaba......Read the rest...