Spread Out Poems - Poems about Spread Out

...They spread beauty and fragrance For the sake of it Expect nothing in return Friendly with the thorns They live in grace and peace And fade with joy Apropos no motive They live life for livi......Read the rest...

...Under the weight of your words, I wander through their shadow, Hunted by mystery, torn into pieces, then enriched in a secret dawn. Suddenly alone and embraced, I sway between two worlds, A pilgri......Read the rest...

...At the crossroads of years, where stones whisper for centuries, Inside unfolds the mystical drama of the self seeking light, Through mazes of thoughts like leaves rolling towards truth. Thirsty so......Read the rest...

...Beneath the everyday attire, the spirit falls ill, dormant, In the monotony that seems an eternity of silver smoke, contingent. Boredom weaves its fabric between walls of flesh, walking dead, Many......Read the rest...

...I pause to rest when silence speaks and listen to its sound so it may touch my heart it seeks with beauty that I've found Without a word, I hear it sing softer songs from a bird to my heart a......Read the rest...

...Listen to the sound of my fading link and a dying breath Our poems are more than just words That's the world we live in are more than walls with doors that we need to walk through , Life is a ......Read the rest...

...May your days be filled with happiness, joy and laughter, you deserve more Always know that I love you, a poem is what I’ll gift you mother You’re in my heart and soul, as a c......Read the rest...

...Beauty, a siren song upon the breeze, Whispers to hearts where kindred spirits sigh. Souls, crowned with thorns, yet yearning to appease The world's harsh symphony, with each fractured cry. A......Read the rest...

...My garden backs onto a farm Which shouldn’t cause any alarm With so much fresh air I’m glad I live there And only one thing spoils its charm I feed the birds and feral cats At night ......Read the rest...

... "One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love." Sophocles, Greek Poet If love was a metaphor for flowers, our souls would rejoice in April showers. Foundatio......Read the rest...

...Eye disorder For the values ??in the rise of nations. In the sight in people's eyes. They enjoy their chosen lives with little sight. Feeling the hard blows to spread to all people. With......Read the rest...

... "Treasure Box" The etymologist considered "themselves" singular; like a butterfly collector they pulled the pincushion out from the treasure box and proceeded to cap......Read the rest...

...Age is over rated I went from cute and cuddly To terribly two In the flip of a calendar From being inquisitive To being nosey From pre-teen To A TEENAGER Meandered Through the military Into......Read the rest...

...In those days we had to make do and mend. Milk bottles we would rinse out and return. Kellogg’s cartons we collect for children to cut and paste and learn creative art. Rinsed food cans collected......Read the rest...

... "The Relevance of Unspoken Poetry" These are “my people”, are they not? I spread my wings like a Cormorant and went deep diving deep deep deep full speed, into the......Read the rest...