Spares Poems - Poems about Spares

...The slaughterer came to the market Dancing and wielding a matchet He sang songs of sorrow; And wrote rhymes for his victims of tomorrow. ......Read the rest...

...I have waited for this moment to come when the moon will dialogue with the sun, I have waited for this moment to come when Joy will burst through the sky and soaked the earth with happiness and wet t......Read the rest...

...When whispers shout out pain in silence And echoes rejoice in gladness A crowd of smiles in absence Yet the back bone spares no one regardless I get to understand what it means To be African in ......Read the rest...

...Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with appl......Read the rest...

...'Tis be the night like any, except, this year, the eve will fall on a Sunday. 'Twill be easier for the foxes to appear from their denizens. There'll be time enough for them to put a......Read the rest...

...There's a heart, it's not made of stone. Somedays my skin is so thick its probably iron. It's not easy facing the world alone, It's not easy doing what's right, It's not easy chewing it up......Read the rest...

...Blind folded or not I preferer my eyes closed so that I could keep the glimpse of happiness I once had I'd sleep early to catch up with the time in my dreams living, it is way better than realit......Read the rest...

...Erik Bye was a writer, entertainer, TV personality, and easily, in the sixties and the seventies, the most popular man around. He was born in New York to Norwegian parents who later went back to liv......Read the rest...

...Some folks like to say that life’s a beach Build our castles in the sand and then we dive But there are few who care enough to reach And pull us back from the ever rising tide When we’re conten......Read the rest...

...Even though the world outside shines bright, inside me, there is still night. those melancholy thoughts are like long fights, but this is not only my plight is this even right? under that s......Read the rest...

...The Iron Anchor Brewing anger has displayed a chip on one’s shoulder Enraged without good reason, grey haired and older Ill-spirited in a rotted lifeboat secured by an iron anchor Crimson flar......Read the rest...

...Alexandra began to understand why he had chosen this place for her home, a secluded spot, sequestered away from the madness he felt the world would know, a place few if any people would go. He s......Read the rest...

...Critics Beware! Poets are vulnerable no less than anyone, when fallen victim to outrageous critics. As Shelley wrote, critics' darts struck Keats, who blindly, cruelly, mocked 'Endymion.' ......Read the rest...

...Where it is sold mongrels you meet! You should guess: venues not too neat But man shuns not gladdening meat: Pork buyers do storm in my street… Children who neared meat mum would beat, Not lik......Read the rest...

...In somber times where silence sleeps, There lies a burden no one can disguise. A weight that's carried upon weary hearts, As death's cold touch inevitably imparts. Oh, the burden of death, a so......Read the rest...