Scrambling Poems - Poems about Scrambling

...The wind is readying himself for meadow and forest war My trees are touching their roots Robin nest is on the ground Squirrels are scrambling Wrens, sparrows and cardinals issue warning tweets ......

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...she was a ramshackle, eyesore of a house Uneven, unsymmetrical, with a plethora of problems One bright red door made the rest of this mess glaringly sad And yet, there was a whimsical feeling abou......

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...When trust is broken Feelings start fading In love you become lazy or crazy Can't confide in each other A place of peace, calm or serenity Now a battlefield, steadily pouring out aggression o......

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...Candle glow at midnight The hatch is locked A scrambling splutter As I reach for the key of circles and bolts and lines But just as before The circle ends Four corners behind And I'm scrambl......

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...Candle glow at midnight, The hatch is locked A scrambling splutter As I reach for the key of circles, bolts and lines. But just as before. The circle ends 4 corners behind And I'm scram......

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...My Words Echo I won’t be here forever One day, ascend through Azure clouds I’m running out of time Born to write poetry Just pondering Leave all of my writings behind Save them for my s......

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...Now quiet, settled, easy, leisurely through life’s affairs,—say, couched in everyday— and sipping being’s sweetest, freshest ray; Sunshine!, Sunshine! ‘midst winter’s coldest glee! Now trouble......

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...(A reflective voice whispers) In the Dawn of a new feeling of Life, Maybe even at high school Did you embrace one of its golden rules To hold hands with someone you deemed so special Enc......

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...The wound is fresh The pain so raw Seems like it will never heal As I cling to the thought Of what might have been As healing starts Panic replaces pain Scrambling to pick the scab To feel......

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...She’d not heard the horses approach her village in the plains, had known nothing or war of death until their arrows rained, fiery streak against the night, set flame to thatch and straw, scramblin......

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... Hunger for perfectly placed punga path Snakes surely slowly..garlanded scarf Turns & rakes fern festooned forest floor Sun dappled glade, bathed and swathed Glorious green sheens in ......

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...Whether you have been with the company for years, whether you worked everyday, been on time everyday, never missed a day, was employee of the month, or hell, even the employee of the year, you know w......

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... Three days ago, my ophthalmologist performed my first cataract operation, All went well I must say, But I am seeing double today, So please everybody who I have answered with persistent deter......

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...Arthur Rimbaud Translations of Antico (“Ancient” or “Antique”), Rêvé Pour l'hiver (“Winter Dream”), and Dawn Antico (“Ancient” or “Antique”) by Arthur Rimbaud loose translation/interpretatio......

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...I stepped out at mid-night with a small bag and board the night train, a journey that should have taken an hour lasted for three days, stopping at every interval picking up bags and pans and I watche......

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