Spattering Poems - Poems about Spattering

...In scarce a week the place began to weave A weird fascination upon me, Nigh hard to bear, harder still to believe, I felt as if a dragon from a sea Was slowly digesting me in tight noose, A......Read the rest...

...I am an early riser, usually between 4 and 5 a.m. That's my quiet time for reading, and thinking, And sometimes writing. I especially enjoy it when, After a pre-dawn shower, I can look out my......Read the rest...

...Ecstatic, electrifying, exhilaration ignites inside, Inspiring my soul to capture the hope, Songs echoing on the coast where there is light, Silent light tossing, trembling, tempting my thoughts, ......Read the rest...

... “The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gathered up gold, And now he is dying…Old age, begin sighing.”- Thomas Hood In the amber hues, kissed by scarlet Soothing w......Read the rest...

...IV. Their faces looked shocked when they saw the flames, looking at each other for someone to blame, then Sol cleared his throat, and they look to him, their leader stepped out, his eyes cold and......Read the rest...

...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 the rest...

...because … you say I for me that is why my breath buoys your lungs why the dim depth of my eye measures yours reflected tentacular thoughts wrapping strangulating spattering what’s left ......Read the rest...

...my fingers ... are moonbeams and like that porcelain light I let them dance upon you, bare - tiptoe across your shy places with a delicate (but intent) adoration ... many, the times they've......Read the rest...

...“he’s crazy” … you said to your bestie, (but in a VERY good way), loud enough for me to hear - both your girlish giggles fading with distance … I ran … fast as young legs could carry, spatt......Read the rest...

...In the roaring White pounding cascade I feel the love It flows over me, with me, through me It is me Wordsworth's "transparent eyeball" * Like the bare roots of ancient trees that cover the ......Read the rest...

...There are whispers of neon swirl and spinning. Early morning chirps amid rippling vacillation. Shades of rainbow with pearlescent spattering. Ruby tunes in the midst of songbird percep......Read the rest...

...Each time might be the last, The last I see your face, Sad and smiling eyes; the last Your lips mouthing promises, Goodbyes, eager to go, Certain of return, sure of this place. It's differ......Read the rest...

...It is written in the Constitution, to even qualify as a small town, you need to have a drive-in ice cream place, you can trust me, Madison wrote that down! They become our favorite gathering sp......Read the rest...

...One of the wonders of the memories which flow beneath the surface of our minds…nonstop…is that we never know what random act will bring them to the top. It happens all of a sudden…out of the blue…......Read the rest...

...Morning Sounds by M. Griswold 06212000 I awake in the morning to all kinds of sounds. First of which is me, snoring profound. Next usually comes a burp and a fart , but generally speaking, I ......Read the rest...