Round Off Poems - Poems about Round Off

...Carry my heart in your arms through the mist between worlds, To the place where dreams germinate and reality sheds its garments. In a sanctuary of love, a corner of eternal spring and honeyed night......Read the rest...

...Mother, I am your mirror of silvery look Your reflection speaks of me, Though you grow old as winter I grow as the kindling spring. If I grow as a flower So bright in your garden you are ......Read the rest...

...Have pity on the Scott’s ruled By the Brexit voting sassenach Who don’t seem to understand We too want out country back. Arbroath Smokies for breakfast Porridge seasoned with salt Kedgeree, ......Read the rest...

...This letter arrived this morning.. "Dear Sir, it is with great honour to inform you That with the perspicuity of realistic narrative art And the diversity and universality of myth Your work ill......Read the rest...

...I know I promised no more ‘Make you Cry Poems’ I said I'd never write another ‘Wipe your eye poem’ And for three years I tried not to retract, but after so many tears I have to take th......Read the rest...

...On Christmas Day the meal sings, The music lies wide open to call, Sparks fly out from the fire place, And Santa is here, present for all. Too much is not enough or false, The binge effaces th......Read the rest...

...Black painting square is on the cutting edge of minimal art Carefully placed, post modern dark, invites patrons' pale talk. Lives needing inspirational brush work to ......Read the rest...

...You know, there is no fatigue yet, At least the whiskey was silvered. Lo and behold, the age is just a shock, And it turned my head terribly. I'm not tired, not at all! Where does age com......Read the rest...

...So azure the early September's sky, mirrors outshined, away sapphires shy. Up to thin air melts dog days' trace, down to soil sinks continual cicadas' squeal. randomly dozens of dragonflies dar......Read the rest...

...WORDS. They are my silent friends. I love them. Really love them. Always have. Always will. I slumber on at night in fitful sleep. Then they come for me, wondrous and insistent, and torture me rel......Read the rest...

...A Special Thank You To Irma Linda, aka Poet Destroyer or PD, for her odd numbered donation to Samara's Medical Fund recently. PD, my lovely, Are You Freaking Kidding Me? You donated that odd numbe......Read the rest...

...PLEASURES OF MAN’S FOLLY What can we say of man’s wisdom? But to know it seeks freedom From the distance of heavens kingdom The thoughts of which we should feast on Pleasures of man’s folly What ne......Read the rest...

...Stones inadvertently resemble pain sharp when raw freshly torn from rock. Witnesses of time, they fill with voices the ridges round off, become children's cheeks. Afterwards they shrink, stone egg......Read the rest...

...Can't wait to see the rain of sunshine on my skin, Dripping heat and prosperity against my fleshy limb Words are like numbers, add them up until they make sense Realize algebraic conversation ......Read the rest...