Soles Poems - Poems about Soles

...Beneath the burdens of countless nights, In the cursed silence of the soul's waiting room, I sat, the last one, loneliness carved by the chisel of forgetfulness into the stone of my heart, Blockin......Read the rest...

...A springtime showers upon us like a quilt of stars, The empty house warms in its vacant heart: Through it pours the summer a river of melted lights, And days tread softly upon soles of leaves; Pa......Read the rest...

...Beneath heavy eyelids woven from the shadows of the night, In the gardens of silence, time whispers questions through the ages, Why, amidst walls frailly built from the silk of longing, Do I inces......Read the rest...

...Through the prism of the soul, a mysterious alliance of reflections is bound, Pieced together from shards of worlds lost under bare soles. Streams of betrayal trickle over the skin, constructing ru......Read the rest...

...Moon's midriff chequered with light blue letterboxes and legos Carbon-dating the museums of our miniature hands riding the nightingale jukeboxes, Contoured in concertos of glacier nightgowns and ......Read the rest...

...The ocean is a wild beast that I approach cautiously. I submit to its undertow. It makes me laugh expansively. I dive in, never turn my back, never quite relaxing. It wants to rush at me, my ir......Read the rest...

...By Cherbo Geeplay “Don’t die,” his mother cried by his hospital bed, weeping. “I will be fine,” he managed to mutter under thick breath, the stars visible as he stared at the c......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If I held the power of speech, silence is never The silent ones, ......Read the rest...

...With feeble limbs and mind of fleet, I walk down known but lonely streets, Unfamiliar faces wave the time of day, While I shuffle words like toys to play, My eyes hide within every lonely line......Read the rest...

...An extension of my arm looks her direction To ask: take me by the hand nervously Every moment feels like the first day with you When she takes my hand, I can feel the love branches of her neurons......Read the rest...

...Spindles crash and weave no more Time it spins across the floor Yarns mix up, colours bleed I follow threads, they are the feed Fingers feel, soles are placed What is this chaos interlaced Ta......Read the rest...

...I beg pardon, I'll try again, to gather From your verse the voice, to align it with my own song, May words flow in a magic pulse, under the clear moonlight, Swaying in metaphor and dream, until I ......Read the rest...

...For few days between the shaking and shattering of my consciousness, The soft arms of Silence Wrap around my aching torso And pretend to soothe the ever-rapid Battering of my heart. In tho......Read the rest...

...This is a poem I wrote about the struggles of mainly coal miners the industrial revolution and the hardships and luxuries of both the poor and the entitled rich . Home To Elysium Like potent ......Read the rest...

...“Love defines who we are as a species,” By Poet A quagmire is soft, murky land that shakes or yields under the foot, in other words, a swamp. But, one that is imbued with sticky mud, where pro......Read the rest...