Scuffle Poems - Poems about Scuffle

...Here I am standing in this secluded space with the pillow of hope hanging over my face, I cannot go backward or forward, I am backed up into this corner with my hands tied and destiny dragging my fee......Read the rest...

...They are wandering everywhere and you act as if you don’t care; they are wandering everywhere and you are walking around clapping your hands and stomping your feet and dragging your body on the cold ......Read the rest...

... “In a rundown, the runner is in a pickle that could become a rhubarb.” ~ by poet Rundown. He's trapped between bases being pursued by the fielders who glibly smile because they know ......Read the rest...

...I didn't know him as a serial not exactly at least not at first even though I'd overheard the plotting of arson from a dim lit restroom searching for tissue only to find several guns rifles gr......Read the rest...

...A kite flies a fair-weather bird, Whenever wind wants would it fly, In adverse wind to go wayward. Some that come with a heavy spine, No matter what tricks you might try, They never once fal......Read the rest...

...Muffle Scuffle......Read the rest...

...a cold sleep under chilling dreams mostly bones find each other a dirt path in the tall woods the ill-bred trees as usual – darkly disinterested rabbit running helter-skelter down t......Read the rest...

...Mother Goose is old Her nest has got cold Her goslings have grown They have nests of their own Now this old Goose is alone Goosey Goosey Gander Decided to wander Some time ago He met a Goos......Read the rest...

...Outcasts Come; hear ye outcasts, Ye lost in the shuffle, You are chosen among those fighting, for rank in the scuffle. Your undying pursuit, though seemingly at a distance. The unrelenting ......Read the rest...

...Bitty birds scuffle and flounce under the roofed-in. Barn dusted, rafters crust and whiffle. Snuffle go the whiskered, the mousy muzzle's all along the bent beam wood. A pepper powdering in th......Read the rest...

...In the saloon Tom, Jenna and Tania were talking about Christmas week They wanted to spread some cheer for the good folks of Soup Creek Tom thought Milton would make a good Santa and hoped he......Read the rest...

...With a desire, a constant fight in life begins. Desire and aversion are dissimilar twins. They are not emotions only but traits of fate. The mind flutters till it's put into a checkmate. All sc......Read the rest...

...Obscurity cared for the infant's pediatric life innocently where the motherly lap was way to life At four, a playground was farming fields and a rustic prayer home with brother and cousin Collectin......Read the rest...

...My mind and heart will never be friends. Sworn enemies, they wrestle and box for control of me, the battle never ends like the tick tocking pendulums of clocks I ask my mind when it kee......Read the rest...

...I walked past leaving the noisy streets behind Entered a less travelled path leading to the woods Where the scene gleamed with refreshing verdure Here Nature lay in calm repose, deaf ......Read the rest...