Spared Poems - Poems about Spared

...My nights are often restless, My dreams are often broken. The tremors are often heard, Within words not often spoken. I'm tossed about in silent motion, Until I'm cocooned within the covers.......Read the rest...

...Thank you God That I’m always a student I abhor The slaughters of the babies Toddlers were killed dead Young boys and girls were shot dead Pregnant women were stabbed dead That’s terror Young......Read the rest...

...KNOWN JUST TO GOD AND ME The Unknown Soldier Rows and rows of snow white stones, no names upon their face. Thousands more who went to war and left no earthly trace.......Read the rest...

... I Friend, whatever brought your life to end had no appetite for mouse flesh, nudged your small gray body on its side with a thorough sniff and left your corpse exposed on the asphalt path, ......Read the rest...

... It was one of the coldest winters, yet the old dog never showed up at the kitchen door like he used to, whimpering to be let in for warmth and food. Where he spent his nights, or how ......Read the rest...

...Little black books- blooming everywhere. from shining sea islands, to Belair mansions to white house lattice and cathedral bastions Little black books-Bloom-blooming-everywhere. A few pawns ar......Read the rest...

...From Nabob of Junagarh, of Nizam— Collecting tax on cotton and the kind, The taxing job having strained of my calm, I’d stayed at a quiet place, though haunted And scary, a lovely place no le......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...

...Begins with Hyundai's my stalker fatal attraction rushing in front of our disabled vehicle then rams break hard causing us to panic my spouse and I both disabled this has cause severe discrimin......Read the rest...

... Purim, holiday of hints and masks Tears turn to joy and back Jewish souls on the racks Trapped between life and death We held our collective breath ‘Til, spared from the ev......Read the rest...

...In seventy-eight, my steel-stallion, KZ1000, pride, wind in my hair. Its Sissy Bar, firm tether, bag secured, my wanderlust's prayer. Sun, snow, wind sculpt my journey's theme, my ......Read the rest...

...Upon well-worn barstools, tales two codgers tell, Deep in drink, their stories swell. Reflecting how the eons have flown, Strengths once had, now overthrown. "Ah, beauties chased, both bright a......Read the rest...

... Tall Her Eminence stood, calling my name, My first-grade teacher of notable fame, Who had taught most all my kin years before, Now she was summoning me to her court. She was judge and jury,......Read the rest...

...Though this will not be poetic I'm opting to answer questions before they're asked And as a courtesy to tradition I will do so in poetic format Chlorella is algae which grows just like a weed ......Read the rest...

...He had a big schnozzola and sang with bold hat and smile. Heard on the old Victrola, one of his tricks to beguile. It was fo, lo, dee, oh, do, in old New Orleans city. But that was ages ago. ......Read the rest...