Spilled Poems - Poems about Spilled

...I thought we all had the same goal I thought the task was clear now all I do is question what im doing here sides are clearly formed but I refuse to pick a side all of this back and forth ......Read the rest...

... On the edge of the leaf, spinning, Out of control, glistening Slowly dancing – a waltzlike trembling, glad to see the hesitation of colors, graceful as sun’s reflection on the waters, lakes ......Read the rest...

...I wrote this at the last minute. You know, the minute before, I raced out the door. I scrawled it out until the paper tore. The thoughts I wanted to convey about another hurried, scrambled day.......Read the rest...

... Don’t you hate it when you try to explain And the words just won’t cooperate You stumble and fumble, your message lost Leaving you frustrated and irate You had it all planned out in your mind......Read the rest...

...Captain kuni-lemel graduate strikes again - updated Steely Dan sing queen (me) outdid himself on sixtieth anniversary after Grahame Wood determined to meet the evolving needs of the communi......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...

... Hobble Hobble Hobble Absolutely no pressure on that knee for 6 weeks. They gave me crutches Hobble, hobble, hobble. to the door. Husband waiting for me, luckily. I woke at nine. Felt l......Read the rest...

...If my being is not born from words, What am I, in the vast anonymity? Not a sculptor of poems with the chisel of language, Nor a painter stirring the carousel of colors. If scars do not define me......Read the rest...

...My stomach wants to be slim, pure, empty, Yet the phrase “dinner is ready!” Never fails to tempt me. Suck it up and puke it out. The porcelain bowl filled to the brim, Every time hunger comes,......Read the rest...

...Between the rise of dawn and the cleared dark of twilight, Lies a hidden season of dream, when the indulged daystar makes its nest. Between the warmth of summer and the chill of harsh life, Spring......Read the rest...

...When I opened the gate of forgiveness with the calm longing of serene nights, I truly believed that the bolt of pain was forever sealed. But this is a hidden song that ceaselessly pours pearl upon ......Read the rest...

... A rouged sky paints a clown's face, on a dawn rising moon. The open earth, that not closed in by brooding trees, but is as spread-out acres, where the hush and harken darken eyes and ears, ......Read the rest...

...The Blood of Calvary is rooted in history It was spilled to draw men and women closer The Blood of Jesus that was lost was the victory It ended the enmity that existed between God and man The blo......Read the rest...

...As sensitive and as fragile As a mottled Butterflies tissue paper wings As gentle and tender as a teasing caressing arresting summer breeze As transparent and crystal clear as a calm ocean As j......Read the rest...

... To whom it may concern; Four lessons I have learned: 1. Being determined to make the right turn; 2. Not to weep over spilled milk, but pour another glass; 3. Realizing that nothing ......Read the rest...