Spoke Poems - Poems about Spoke

...Dear Dawn: Look at the elements in the skies and make a wish before the stars die, the moon is gleaming underneath the clouds, and the rainbow is singing a courageous song, and the people are marc......Read the rest...

...Beneath the burdens of countless nights, In the cursed silence of the soul's waiting room, I sat, the last one, loneliness carved by the chisel of forgetfulness into the stone of my heart, Blockin......Read the rest...

...SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CHICAGO FIELD OFFICE I ALWAYS KNEW SOMETHING WAS OFF WITH ALAN I MEAN AFTER ALL HE WAS ACTUALLY WORKING FOR WANNABE MOBSTERS CIRO GARGANO WHO T......Read the rest...

...Where fleecy clouds, on rosy-quilt meandered, Motifs amethystine wowed tangerine horizon Embroidering on magenta arc, designs crimson, Beckoned by blushed-musings of marigold sun Spraying amber g......Read the rest...

...I was a celebrated, professional psychic, offering glimpses of rosy future; And helping people work through problems, like pink moon, come sooner. I had learnt to talk with the spirits, a......Read the rest...

...Boyhood days of bees, butterflies and songs, The protective range of my mother’s voice, A sweet, happy place where a boy belongs. A conch shell, a snow-white beach, and a choice. “Leave it”, ......Read the rest...

...They were exhibited as strange curiosities, They all had a face, a name, an identity on this land soiled by negrophobia. They looked without seeing, their eyes lost in the ruins of their humanity......Read the rest...

... I remember back in the day talking the night away with all of my Jewish friends Could Hitler’s Germany ever happen again? ‘Never ever,' Al said, 'Naziism is doornail dead’ ......Read the rest...

...Brush off your ant bites. Blind eye the hornets sting. Gone so long with ways of violence. Creatures having done nothing wrong. But it’s fine “they aren’t important”. Legs or wings or hair y......Read the rest...

...We were vacationing in the state of palm trees and seashore in September's mild loveliness. Me, a sexagenarian widow, hobbled by arthritis in my knees. As my family enjoyed the surf, I sat cont......Read the rest...

...I only remembered it for a minute second Some dream bound for the black hole. A minuscule moment it was Slipping into the fabric of no dimension. The actor forgetting their single stage moment ......Read the rest...

...AN ACTING LIFE A young, shy boy enters stage left. The date, November ‘fifty-three. And, though you’d not believe it now, That shy young man was me. I hadn’t wanted to be th......Read the rest...

... A Poem a poem can be quite funny a poem can be quite sad some poems are really sensible while others are quite mad some are rather silly designed to fashion laughs with talk of roosters......Read the rest...

...The Bumblebee He grew up in a poor household, thought sofa-beds were the norm, but his mother an eager reader had many books that were given and sometimes stolen, often from those who though......Read the rest...

...If I have to talk about love I don't think I will be able to As I don't believe I have fallen in love yet The powerful, all-devouring and most importantly requited kind The warm hugs, la......Read the rest...