Shiny Poems - Poems about Shiny

...Our bond is like a flower. That blooms in absence of the rain Words pour from the night shatter with smile and joy caressing its veins Its dry roots grow strong and deep It's like a song th......Read the rest...

... a stroll … just a stroll … like any other numberless now, the times this path had taken her to the wood - the dark, deep wood where her memories dwelled thoughts astray in the gloaming … t......Read the rest...

...Oh you know the type— the orchid woman a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips between snips of gist her charisma a starship —collides with your star-full eyes supernova for Casanova her pouty lips kn......Read the rest...

... Today, this black oak forest will become my grave. A crow caws in the distance, but I swear it is calling my name. I have never believed in omens or curses but perhaps there are such hateful th......Read the rest...

... New month opens the door, We are already in. May has other story to live, another line to step on, fresh flowers to smell new nests to take care of. May plays music for deaf ear......Read the rest...

...Give a pigeon just a smidgen And his friends will flock to share While each sparrow’s focus narrows, Wond’ring if it’s worth the dare. Soon a robin may come bobbin’ Though he’s just consumed a......Read the rest...

... When words like seeds remain uncultivated, in somber silence the poet within me dies. In the misery of my perishing poetic oasis, petal like poems refuse to infuse idealistic pigments. But with......Read the rest...

... Today started out bright and shiny Then suddenly turned cloudy and sad Doesn't take much to turn it around To change a good day to bad Something that seems so insignificant Can cha......Read the rest...

...Voyagers  The old ship rust stripped like a Sudanese mule doomed to carry fleeing people across a landscape of despair Why, she floats is a lasting mystery From one obscure port to another s......Read the rest...

...Voyagers  The old ship rust stripped like a Sudanese mule doomed to carry fleeing people across a landscape of despair Why, she floats is a lasting mystery From one obscure port to another s......Read the rest...

...Comrades, we still live under the stars for many years, People identify us Lankan Tamil refugees, No passport, no visa and no citizenship here's, Twist of fa......Read the rest...

...What scene would I want to find comfort in more than this one, an ordinary morning in the farmhouse kitchen, blue checked curtains swaying, wooden shelves with plates and jars, the radio softly ......Read the rest...

... ~~~~~ The players were hangin’ ‘round but were all headin’ for a fall, the room was quiet except for the drillin’ in the wall. The curfew had been......Read the rest...

... An Introduction to Max Hi, I am a Mastiff cross and my name is Magical Max. To be precise it’s actually Magical Maxi the Wonder Dog but you can call me Max. That’s not to say I possess ma......Read the rest...

... I was a lttle girl, so wistfully in thought back then. Wearing a silk kimona, dreams of a sivered, shiny pen. A special place in my heart, then, suddenly came to be, Bright pink, soft t......Read the rest...