Splotches Poems - Poems about Splotches

...Finally my blood began to coagulate a graceful gel, gently thickened, so – whatever I might feel, the settling of the wound, has begun… in sensitive silences, the shadows echo the fear, felt b......Read the rest...

...Remember when the ink, a writer’s tat, like a cobra spiralling ‘round fingers and arms, wielded power. Splotches, balled up, thrown into the basket hoop, flooding the creative canal. Ideas danced lik......Read the rest...

... There are days when I don't look for much, just an old chair on the back porch, a few thoughts to pick over, perhaps a memory to recall and, to entertain the eye, splotches of sunlight to ......Read the rest...

...Remember November, the start of Winter, The slow coming through the cold— Where the pure its celestial gift see A bare, broken essence that is timeless, old. The snow begins its fall after Fal......Read the rest...

...with the first peek of dawn over the marsh nature rubs the sleep from her eyes leaving splotches of red, blue, and brown as an afterimage. Just so, the finches, cardinals and jays eat an e......Read the rest...

... "Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.” –Mark Twain Gray strands, falling over crinkly skin Where once was reflected beauty and approval, Now......Read the rest...

...Hello there. I'm talking to you Thank you for visiting the zoo Any day of the week will do My name is Lou My name is Lou I've grown so very tall in height My long legs are a silly sight I'......Read the rest...

..."The True poet eyes not beauty's surfaces, but rather its depths." -- a poet True, still one of few * * * Each fleeting year hath left its tragic trace Of splotches, blotche......Read the rest...

...I swallowed an apricot seed when I was younger. Everyone told me it was hard work to grow fruit trees especially when winter marches south and tries to pry all those tiny orange dots from stubb......Read the rest...

..."A rose thorn pricked my finger as I laid it on the grave. Tears mingled with blood, staining my love's headstone." ~ quot......Read the rest...

...When I look in the mirror I see A girl fragile Red and pale splotches Tears streaming down her cheeks That girl is not me This world seeks non of me The smell of old strawberries and perfume ......Read the rest...

...Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat Even as an old curmudgeon, aye pucker and raspily suction, albeit toothless mouth drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting (think feeble attempt ......Read the rest...

...ALUMINUM SIDING my heart is buried behind the aluminum siding, trapped inside that bubbly feeling i’d get when your arms would graze my waist, in the late night bus rides when the light slipping......Read the rest...

...The tattered remnants of a thunderstorm flashes slivers of lightning without form, retreating from a sky set to transform. As the sun starts shining, honeybees swarm, while Nature quickly......Read the rest...

...A companion to a sassy rose, Like a protective vase made of gold... This horse loves adventure more than "Ain't", While possessing the name of Hanover's 'Old Paint'. Apocalyptic battles he woul......Read the rest...