Roughened Poems - Poems about Roughened

...O great door, Your suede mist has called me here, It beckoned whilst rolling over upon itself towards me, The burnt ash of your bones shows your wear And your wounded song fills me with wonder. ......Read the rest...

...Along the harbor shores at Gammel Strand where other costumed fishwives ply their trade, I trudge along the cobbled Danish dock and barter with the catch to earn my pay. My voice is harsh and rou......Read the rest...

...In the beginning, so long ago When the world was young, yet to grow There stood the first men, brave and strong With hearts fierce, and wills unyielding long Their skin was roughened by the s......Read the rest...

...Out of the wind, the brown carpet is marked prosaic like petals swept away My snowdrops weltering in the winter not even dead heading can help their blind eye stalks I feel like a pebble r......Read the rest...

... Work roughened hands Gentle like a heart Who bends its ear, listening… Whispering kindness Coloring the morning songs In laughter, smiles Love that abides inside one Who is more th......Read the rest...

...Of men and ships that plow the seas And leave a vanished furrow In unmarked depths of ocean field Where a million sees lie fallow. Men who cast with roughened hands Hopes upon the silken crests ......Read the rest...

...To whom it may concern, Wishing to more learn About the bearer, our ex-student, He was a Great Sympathizer of ‘The Imprudent’… Worldly wise and to a fault bright, He was to become a familiar s......Read the rest...

...Slowly, treading softly I must guard my hesitant heart Taking forward moves with caution If any rebuilding is to start I'm still wading wounded waters Tidal waves of fear and doubt Self-rest......Read the rest...

...Oh ocean of that long-gone embryo Careening stormy erratic, to pacific Ever sculpting in navy-wavy trance Atop your peaks diamond ambrosia Never-never dreams, you've grown ~ Troughs, they stri......Read the rest...

...Calmness floats along the breeze lightly brushing my face and arms. Deep colors of indigo and bronze splash across the darkening sky. Silence - interrupted by nighttime, tickling and buzzing in ......Read the rest...

..." I CAN'T HEAR YOU WHEN YOU WHISPER " you screech one final time, so loudly that the walls between us shake (Listen, listen, listen!) I repeat, with fresh rebellion but to you, it's just ......Read the rest...

...The oak is a most pleasant tree She gently towers over thee Shading everything on the ground Inspired by small brownish round tiny acorn wee Red squirrels claim her for their home She provides......Read the rest...

... A coloratura rises from the suede-edged shape as the gnarled grande dame comes to light.......Read the rest...

...I met you amid the branches of an old, evergreen tree – we were wary at first, dangling like flushed and obscure fruits from twisted limbs; exchanging precious gifts of blue-black berries and t......Read the rest...

...Eve outlines the curves of an old terrain, where antique bottles in their moonlit sheen reflect pillars’ glow…now mildly unseen from vintage halls of paling, roughened grain: All throug......Read the rest...