Searchlight Poems - Poems about Searchlight

...She sits furlong the race has been won saddled on the mountain top why equate the drilled laying like searchlight beams She waits for the birman with wings on her mind straight laced she r......Read the rest...

... Self's colors-change in the modes of wanting, as a chameleon in the daylight, as the seasons fade to black, hunting season where loyalty is clothed in sackcloth, used as a knapsack w......Read the rest...

... Placeholder Avatar meditates faithfully on the fashion of understanding, adjoining together nothing and everything. Golden Intuition spurs self driven vehicle by the starr......Read the rest...

... Connections, how are they made? Perceptions waved in radio, station identification made, declared, paved. Frequency paired by molecules in fertile atmosphere. Staging place o......Read the rest...

...I sojourn this life with a searchlight of doubt, a walking stick of learning borrowed from past, I limp my way through like one with painful gout, deep darkness is blinding, progress is not fast! ......Read the rest...

...Water flew, it was above my head waving or flapping or did it row? The boat was a situation adrift inside a cockleshell. I recall the moon vividly for it was not there. Dreams fold inw......Read the rest...

...Everything I do not know, I seek answers, I search the books, I beam my searchlight. Everything I do not know, I throw in the net, I permute the set, I take away the lid. Everything I do ......Read the rest...

...November falls In languid swirls Of lacy sorrowful leaves Waning circles Of shortened light How bold the cold becomes Clearing the weighty clouds From the pristine ebony ice Of the heavens T......Read the rest...

...Down the middle, The road to self, It looks endless, Walking through infinite doors. I see more than can be explained. Down the middle, I have to journey, My self unveils itself, As I ventu......Read the rest...

...Enshrouded in mystery are the ways of man, Unknown to him are his erring ways, Unravelled to him are his faltering steps, He is on a journey whose end is not in view, He is in a business whose ......Read the rest...

...Tonight, night is white silent yet wild despite being dark it is still bright Tonight, night is a knight yet again is upright it is polite giving all an invite Tonight, night is making us......Read the rest...

...Oh, how we watch a town go by! Pieces of life wrapped against the elements, going somewhere, always going somewhere. From this upper window, my eye is a searchlight, sweeping the streetscape. ......Read the rest...

...My friends were discussing the cyptids of their home states. I kept insanely quiet, for my own experience left me shaken. You are mighty quiet agreed my friends, both of them Kates. I hesitated to......Read the rest...

...A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes thrown down on a dare to be won or lost till it became a pape......Read the rest...

...Arthur, last name withheld, was a Camusian soul and in his will he asks to laugh at his death, and laugh with no irony or remorse. Ever wonder who created the plague and why? A moment of disconti......Read the rest...