Rows Poems - Poems about Rows

...At the crossroads of time, where April flinches in buds parted, Spring dwells in the temple, a priestess in a procession of timid lights. A gentle breeze blows, carrying dreams stormy on the orbit ......Read the rest...

...KNOWN JUST TO GOD AND ME The Unknown Soldier Rows and rows of snow white stones, no names upon their face. Thousands more who went to war and left no earthly trace.......Read the rest...

...Help me please! I'm a kid, and I'm confused. Something's wrong with me - I like to run wild and free 'neath the sun, And climb a willow tree. I ask too many questions, that I know. Tell me......Read the rest...

... He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire, fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines, reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries, the edges of a pasture, clever......Read the rest...

...Italia we strolled the country side throughout the villages of Tuscany peeking through stone ways above garden nooks of Lucca catering to the soft and sensual galleries of floral canvases tha......Read the rest...

...#10: No Room At The Inn They blossomed they did like rows of roses. Places for lodgers, those traveling sourced, their reasons countered their changing poses, frequent stays and ret......Read the rest...

...#9: Days of Paper Roses Do the numbers--dogs don't count--just survives! Then everything, be as close enough, still, of this and that, thoughts begin and end, thrives, truth betold......Read the rest...

...I worry that my coat will murder me. Hanging on Banister’s Edge it’s a man lurking, dark. I’ve seen rows of killers shadowed and waiting, hidden in the ridges of the living room radiator, ready......Read the rest...

...In time when night turned to dawn, I could see, It all appeared like sheer fantasy. Light-hearted, I put on my office hat, And hurriedly in my horse carriage sat To drive away myself to sink ......Read the rest...

... Fields of flowing, fresh flowers, in nascent dreams, Huge mug of coffee, such sensual incense to my nose. Fresh, hiily, waving, scented grass in rows of joyful te......Read the rest...

...With gentle words and steady hands her work is filled with love She meets the tasks her role commands then soars so far above With rows of little desks and seats and number charts displayed E......Read the rest...

...(do bed bugs eat beds) I can’t shut my eyes at night Delving deep in the darkness Slight splinters of light Revealing the shapes of my room But still my eyes seek deeper Let there be grotesqu......Read the rest...

...I love to watch a farm awaken in the early spring, Especially as the birds in the forest happily sing, The farm knows how to be itself, profound and true, Like the faded red barn, quietly beholdi......Read the rest...

...Some kind of Boccaccio they open The Book, borrowing thoughts and stories from muses, for it is a tome in its entirety, each muse, a Page, unamused, to be plucked from tomb, those sepia......Read the rest...

...Tell me Have you ever felt you could runway Far away to a secret place Where time stands still The hot sun mostly shows its beaming face. Well come! Take my hand And I'll take you to that pl......Read the rest...