Smoldered Poems - Poems about Smoldered

...Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost... ~ May fourth, 2005 wedded bliss nearly fifty years half a century almost me not most favorite grown offspring, she (when alive) did boast, ab......Read More

...In the desolate desert of my forlorn life, I wander across the desiccating dunes you make. Enticed by your impulsive mindscape, I saunter in the sandstorm of the dismal time. My longin......Read More

...Acid reflux ~ early morning August 9th, 2022 Ah... nothing more enjoyable than acidic gastric fluid (bile) flowing backward into esophagus, resulting in heartburn, meanwhile disrupting pleasan......Read More

...Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004 Often these days (closing in on the eighth anniversary of eighth orbit around mister sun), the following genuine sentiment Matth......Read More

...The journey to rescue my soul began in your eyes where I traveled for hours in a warm wondrous afterglow of emotion trying to find the unguarded gate of your heart's invitation to come in from a ......Read More

...No Eden here, for there’s no snake; There’s just a thief who likes to take The labors of all our hard work. My blood is boiling, half berserk Near stripped of reason, one thing’s clear: I’m set......Read More

...I walked on the garden path, young heart pulsating with the cadence of love, fostered dream of permanence in the transient world for being loved and possessed forever. Times turned into......Read More

...A turbulent stream cascades on dry desert floor Foaming waters flow up the high dunes in spree Summer sun burns wasteland to green in the core The charcoal night lights up the daytime debris. ......Read More

...I felt her before I saw her She had the flashiest most beautiful red-blue hair A blue blood, naturally Her lips were painted a luscious cherry red Redder than the advertisement girls of the fifti......Read More

...As flushed as ripe plums the fuchsia does swell Weighted with thick sap its cloak lushly blooms Passion’s flower sweetly grieves sad farewell As our goodbye speaks like this summer’s plume Our ......Read More

...Mother dearest Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004 Often these days (early May 2021) the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share one son,......Read More

...Hot In Havana. . It was a sweltering hot sticky Havana summers Velvet star-studded night I was sat enjoying the scene In a dance bar As someone played the piano accordion And guitar . Sudden......Read More

...Forgotten Wife WHY? I’ve asked the question, A thousand times or more, What more could I have done? As I really didn’t understand What changed? What had changed this man? That man I first ......Read More

...Forgotten Wife - WHY? I’ve asked the question, A thousand times or more, What more could I have done? As I really didn’t understand What changed? What had changed this man? That man I fir......Read More

...Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004 Often these days the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share one son, cuz fifteen years after mother ......Read More