Sprawl Poems - Poems about Sprawl

... Thrillers, fillers, spillers line the garden wall! Artful, appealing, alluring thrall! In morning, at noon, or night, pinks and purples, bright! Stupendous sight! Tremendous beauty a......Read the rest...

...Beneath the ghostly moon's silent gaze, Lies a forest shrouded in a spectral haze. Where twisted trees claw at the sky, And shadows dance as the winds sigh. A place where the veil is thin and f......Read the rest...

...In the tapestry of time, a story is spun, Of hearts entwined beneath the sun. It began in the halls of youth's embrace, Where two souls met, face to face. In the halls of Primary, their eyes di......Read the rest...

...I'm symphony in your hands fingers soft-playing my spinal keys ebony and ivory it's black and white tonight and every other night stoking with soft-sound stroking with tremolo touch the sighing n......Read the rest...

...In the heart of the city's thrum, Amidst the rush and hum, I, a modern-day nomad, roam, Seeking treasures in concrete's dome. Once lost in the urban sprawl, Now found, heeding the city's call,......Read the rest...

...In the golden haze of a summer's eve, Atop a hill, we found our reprieve. Beneath the canvas of a sky ablaze, We watched the sun end its daily craze. Over the lake, its waters calm, Reflecting......Read the rest...

... Something eats away at him buries the past, blurs the future grabs the soul and won’t let go But what is it, pray tell clinging to the bottom of his being… C......Read the rest...

...Lust, the phantom hand that clipped our wings, cracks a smile as we tumble like raindrops cascading through blankets of nimbostratus clouds, exiled to this rugged stone laden labyrinth We......Read the rest...

...Pigeon Man Frank, buried underneath the morning fog coddling the fractured arteries of urban sprawl which mill humanity against civilization's grindstone Pigeon Man Frank, bears wounds of s......Read the rest...

...Just let it go.’ Easier said than gone - ‘You’ll be nothing without me, says pain, ‘I’m your identity.’ Well, listen up, old man of the sea, she’s dislodged you, uncurled her spine from the bu......Read the rest...

...In the labyrinth of research and scholarly delight, Eleven years, a journey, a scholar's fight. Studied child rights in Panchayats' embrace, Seeking justice for every child's space. Through cas......Read the rest...

...And I embrace the realm of modern poetry, Wild and free, its spirit flowing through me. In a world of ever-changing forms and styles, I navigate currents with versatile wiles. No longer bound b......Read the rest...

..."A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." (Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.)......Read the rest...

...Surrounded by tranquil turquoise waters, Guarded on sides by oceans three, In the east by the Pacific, On the south by the Celebes Sea, And on the west by the south China Sea, There......Read the rest...

...#1: A Day Begins Sand grains station elevated for want in the cool starless relics spell of dark a sun behold horizon that dews haunt favoring a virgin's touch settled spark illu......Read the rest...