Snippets Poems - Poems about Snippets

...I'm a little bit of a chancer Like driving to the wrong place, whilst ill to deliver training on something I read yesterday and claiming I'm on location (I kinda felt like Phil from Groundhog Day.........Read More

...My heart and I speak every day We walk and talk alone I ask it for new poetry New rhymes that are homegrown It gives me little snippets That then become fullblown Thoughts, reflections, hope......Read More

...I could write a sonnet or maybe a play I could have gone epic in hopes to relay What snippets say better in stations of rhyme And carry within them —a power sublime (Dreamsleep: August, 20......Read More

...figures of speech cliched retrospective maxims a repertoire of snippets a collage of the impermanent a play filled assemblage... ....inscribed intera......Read More

...The sun remains hidden behind a blanket of gray on this snowy winter afternoon. It doesn't matter. Gone for now are the playful sailors who dart about Salt Fork lake in better weather. The blackbirds......Read More

... I have a questioning mind that feasts like a beast on being detail oriented. The morsels I consume are what others think of as simply a waste of time. But when gathering more snippets, I find ro......Read More

...The Conditions of Living Stark organisations of my observations Respond to beauty with pure elation Instead of chronic devastation Process the abject consternation From contrived over-satur......Read More

...Inspired byThomas Edward Brown’s “My Garden”: Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool? Nay, but I have a sign; ‘Tis very sure God walks in mine (verse 8-10) I SEE HER IN THE GARDEN ......Read More

...Bluebird turns my heart around Bluebird turns it upside down Inside out and all those things Bluebird does when for me sings Winks and smiles added in Do them for me once again Little snippet......Read More

...Why is pleasure measured in moments, while work is measured in weeks or years? Pleasures are like insubstantial fictions, sweet treats gone in the tasting or perhaps flowers, that once cut, with......Read More

... Should I start at the middle and spiral outward? I mean I don’t know what I’m doing, just winging it. I’m going to need some colorless beads for the scarecrow eyes of raw memories. This is......Read More

...Walking to work, my path meanders Looking at a discarded parking ticket from an angry rebel or desperate soul (I work near a hospital), who regardless of unread status will still receive the fine T......Read More

...He came out of a story book fully clothed with words. Some said he had no skills worth speaking of, but he preserved in an aimless way to breathe life into mud shaping words for all to see. ......Read More

...Inside a library of things uncountable, clippings, extracts, jottings, and snippets gather words out of nothing. Mind dust wafts. A woman approaches with an armful of my early, roughly cobbled......Read More

...Attending funerals plays with your mind The authentic in your face hardman Fills the church, amazing speeches We all cry The truest, loveliest family man Smallish gathering Speech by celebr......Read More