Splintery Poems - Poems about Splintery

... How Much Vengeance Is Enough? By Mark D. Stucky How much bloody carnage and rubble is required to atone for sins of a few? How many eyes must be gouged to extract des......Read the rest...

...Written: August 31, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ Each day the evenings will shorten, My lawn never got vibrant in my garden. Life shifts slowl......Read the rest...

...THE DESERT THE WILDERNESS THE STORM I am parched, my back is arched, my body racked with pain, Nothing green in sight, my thirst, my plight, eyes playing tricks on me again. An illusion......Read the rest...

...My passion is the happy fervor That covers and moves the lever I heard an exciting, silent flaming To warn me about this mine anxiety And its eyes have all the flaming On that day......Read the rest...

...A dog wanders down the road sniffing snuffling head raised suddenly alert to protect why * * * A wall built ten feet high stone upon stone brick upon brick hides the ou......Read the rest...

...The best I could hope for was a lame or weak animal, limping along, not able to catch up with their tribe. My cubs are hungry, and they like fresh blood meat. A young antelope or gazelle would be......Read the rest...

...Penetrating the window the moonlight casts onto my desk wheyey cream of gleam Bypassing the door ajar extends afar my reminiscence in wee wisps of waft, Ferreting out your memo and dusting dog-......Read the rest...

...CHRISTMAS EVE riding the wind a thousand christmas bells swirl city corners custom country steeples ring round my splintery old pew in a ponderous quiet on this hallowed eve i’m forgett......Read the rest...

...Over streams or above deep ravines, they cling to the earth that supports them. Having borne years of burdens, their bones are cracking; the splintery skin of their once-strong arms now ......Read the rest...

...At that hour the breeze turns around. The fishermen are coming back with hands splintery, without lips, with eyes of stone. The bottom is empty like a bottle at midnight. The shore is......Read the rest...

...POSEIDON Sleep, Lord Poseidon, Deep, everlasting sleep, While sailors watch with bated breath. Old planking creaks – The pitiable splintering sound – Old planking creaks. Old sailor, Splintery-kne......Read the rest...

...** Summary: A high school boy finds happiness and love in a small, dreary town. Just when it seems like life can't get any better, he discovers that his new love interest may not be telling him every......Read the rest...

...Sleep, Lord Poseidon, Deep, everlasting sleep While sailors watch with bated breath Old planking creaks - The pitiable, splintering sound - Old planking creaks Old sailor, Splintery-kneed ......Read the rest...

...My son is out fixing up the shed. Winter is coming on. Needed doing he said. He had the time and the bound-to’s. I’m not used to this thought process, I’m not. Not from a child. I watch him for......Read the rest...

...You’re watching video reruns from last summer. They’re lighting the cauldron, The Games return to the home of the gods. 2-minute snips between commercials: muscles grasping for a globe. And......Read the rest...