Roofs Poems - Poems about Roofs

A tin rain ticks between the scrabble of pigeon claws. Time drips off a shingled edge. In moments you can land years behind as just the shrunken rolling head of a whole decade. Eyes open, you watch, a bushel of owls hooting as aftershocks shake a crumbling roof - one you are no longer under. Listening as if on a phone, sliding into the woe-be-gone, you are now, back...

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Look at the peace crazy war tore, Here, a list of The Dead I saw: Sitters in fluffy chairs floor, The narrowest room space for four! Pity the Peace Painful Plight tore. Listen to the pains victims bore: "Also fear the just wars with laws; Still carnivores with their own claws!" Bullets rip through firmly closed doors; The sight of roofs during war bores, Not...

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This poem is about people who live high lifestyles but make thing that there's nothing terrible happening in their lives...

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Imagination simply staggers with its grandeur The beautiful, ever-changing sight on earth Enveloped the earth in its colourful panorama Golden glow announces the dawn in the east, In the west, crimson sky bids the day adieu Royal canopy of blue, Royal canopy of gray, Royal canopy of resplendent white, A majestic canopy of ruddy hue All giving a grandeur haven A red sunrise presages...

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My numbers are low The siding is starting to show Colors change and names become irrelevant Not in general, just in the battlefield of it all We all struggle to believe We are who we think we are Yet here we are in this magical reality Numbers change People fix roofs They forgive the forgotten name And some people are color-blind The battlefield becomes a...

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