Spelt Poems - Poems about Spelt

...I saw the woman sprawled on the ground, her legs askew beneath her. She was alive but could not move, obviously in a faint. Right in front of her a small pram squeezed to a wall pinned by a t......Read More

... When Helen Keller was a child, both deaf and blind, she acted wild until her heart was helped to melt. Seen or not, beauty must be felt. Sweet sights and sounds she knew not of. She barely......Read More

...It is the most famed Left wanting to be felt Seldom well spelt Often blamed Forever in tangles tamed Most spoken and Least understood It is to Love .........Read More

...She walked hurriedly back home, her dress drenched. It hardly mattered. Her eyes sparked wild red. Her face was deadly pale, soul sick, fists clenched. Outside the mad storm raged but she felt dea......Read More

... Love is hardly ever spelt the way it is written between the lips, or how it shape its form upon a curling tongue as: LUVE. U see, you need the ‘you’ within it. Luv sounds like ‘g......Read More

...In this day and time Some of the older people wants To be young again Dressing, and acting like Teens and young adults Then there's the young people Who's trying to be older Dressing and actin......Read More

...As the pieces of the puzzle Starts to modify the path Is this amazing? As the faded years Starts to awaken the memory Is this an accomplishment? Truth be told, Laughter was heard over the m......Read More

... He was a man that knew the word ‘monster’ well though he never quite spelt it out. My dad told me that he had seen stuff. He had a Meerschaum pipe, you know like Sherlock Holmes, and he knoc......Read More

...The audience fell into a hush, The violist stood still near her maestro. She poised her bow as she had placed Her violin beneath her chin was on her shoulder. In the silence of all, sh......Read More

...Creative cerebral craftiness coaxes... Childhood campy chimera curtain call subsequently hinting (based on accuweather) the approach of blizzard squall so burrow under quilted cover y'all unti......Read More

...Nothing can be its own explanation Nothing can leave itself Nothing can give dimension to time Nothing unsaid is spelt Nothing is nothing till something becomes Nothing a word un......Read More

...Just a Beleif There spelt some say so badly acceptance might be taken sadly Or maybe not Why should accuracy of the matter matter writing and talking of the delusion delusional compound......Read More

...Since the day the nightmares stopped, I've become a different man My illness told me that I couldn't, so I told it that I can My main two problems where depression and my ptsd I was in such ......Read More

... *HEART OF STONE would never split open and melt, even if we cried the bloody tears. Oh thy lonely heart, listen to these unheard pleas ! We both were stuck in between......Read More

... *Image of The Diva by Pixabay. Italian Sonnet Free Style: The Diva A day of miracles descended and she doth speaketh and clearly, she seeing not heard yet, her awkward lips shif......Read More