Sours Poems - Poems about Sours

...In the hall destined for silence, where no word incarnates into awakening, A desolate abode, where the heart rests free and in falling. Torn tears flow, rivers of troubled and sluggish melancholy, ......Read the rest...

...I was a bed and mattress tester, a dream job like that of a yellow moon. I tested the comfort of beds, pillows, etc., for night is ever coming soon. I studied sleep patterns too, like viv......Read the rest...

...While I sit here in the sand I try to tell myself I don't miss you As the waves caressed my feet I struggle with admitting how much I want to kiss you It's that simple It's that co......Read the rest...

... My husband had purchased fresh flowers They sweltered in his car for eight hours Twelve roses of red Were nearly all dead His Valentine’s Day gaffe truly sours ......Read the rest...

...Longfellow was certainly on the ball, When he wrote, “Into each life, some rain must fall.” When the storms of life over us prevail, right words their tranquil power avail. In times when sorro......Read the rest...

...I was a famous, American actress, who adored performing for live audiences, In stage plays, both modern and classic, like velvet time, which often rushes. Rose acclaim filled long, chaotic days, ......Read the rest...

...during battle, as swords swing in mist of time three witches sing Thane of Cawdor and then king shall this be solace that they bring instead a bane upon him is revealed no kin descendants will......Read the rest...

...I was an artistic, floral designer, intoxicated by the sweet-smelling blooms, Like magenta butterfly swarms, at a standstill, intoxicated by floral fumes. Gold days were full of my bloom designs,......Read the rest...

...A nasty cold drizzle settles in soon after dark Turning our street into a dazzling streak, Sparkling like diamonds under a neon spark Now the temperature is dropping, as I speak. Tu......Read the rest...

...Love for him has lessened with the passing time. Agonizing moments shift to fleeting hours. Inner wounds and surface sores are doing fine. Grieve not for days gone by when memory sours. Standing ......Read the rest...

...Once when I was younger, And still had my burning hunger For finding things worth my while And hopes for things to give a smile, I won’t say I was lied to, as much as I was misled When the mea......Read the rest...

...This is not a love poem, nor any petty confession, not a tone-deaf paean of praise for whatever and whomever. This is a faceless man entering your mind; typing, pecking at a keyboard, lifting......Read the rest...

...The Dill, of course, are here now, but I fear the Sour will be coming in about an hour. They’ll arrive with relatives – those Half Sour. Pickles straight from India have come. One’s Lime. The o......Read the rest...

...with your permission my lady i will take my leave has your heart spoken it all do not tarry here do not let quiet pervade it will destroy the silence of love where galaxies meld a thorn in the......Read the rest...

...In the deaf woods of curious willows lies stalwart beliefs of days bygone. Retribution, restitution, resolution resolve, beginning our journey. Blinded by bewares of sours ungifted lost constitu......Read the rest...