Spurts Poems - Poems about Spurts

...The mirror reflects a lifetime etched upon my skin; a canvas of stories whispered through maturity. I stand before it, middle-aged and exposed, my nakedness laid bare. My image holds no ju......Read the rest...

...This chilly water I am sitting in. Could it be Lake Michigan? Slimy minnows in spurts. Sharp stones that poke and hurt. The sand is a bit harsh. But exfoliates if you’re in a rush! The breeze i......Read the rest...

...Heroes seldom plan What to do when chaos strikes; Courage does not come In such mannered spurts and spikes. Evil sits and waits To attack when all is calm. Scattered are the sheep When the w......Read the rest...

... Merry Christmas time appears in sight, out of the cauldron of the freezing night. The fir trees flash the sparkle of stars in spurts in the firmament of our enchanted hearts. ......Read the rest...

...Sixty-seven cats marched on Central Avenue Today In the rain, for it is April, so hey, hey, hey They had a mission, wanting kibbles and bits. Some of them were demanding in spurts and spits. Th......Read the rest...

...laying on an icy lake praying that it stays cloudy and cold a smile on my face speaks volumes i think of all i am ThankFull for and Rejoice though there are spurts of melancholy, the beauty over......Read the rest...

... Sky adorns sunburst dawn, jade glades glitter. Sublime show surges with sleek flow of brook, cascades designed charm down the verdant vale, like my longing, spurts for you, stre......Read the rest...

...Dear Mom, I bet the day you held me to ya chest in Abeline, was the day you felt that you’d accomplished everything But time is flying by It’s see you later not goodbye hearts racing I promise I’......Read the rest...

...With His Six Shooter In Hand He Emptied Its Load In a whiskey glazed stupor his horse he shot Under blue-wailing moon his heart, a broken mess And then his emotions tossed in their sad lot So......Read the rest...

...mermaid messes around with her magic hand Spurts and sparks fly out across the water onto land. I would not do that if I were you, a wise man says. The next thing she knows she’s in a fishbowl wit......Read the rest...

...Restful to the eyes. More peace, lends the heart. Old track, lead on! To those realms of gold Dusk's place. Down-shone. I do not glare at Each child, spurts counter To my sapped need. See m......Read the rest...

...Of Homer, Iliad And The Fall Of The Mighty Greeks As the moon repents from its many vague allusions And the splintered rains never rain upon true imaginations What are we to think of those fools......Read the rest...

...Staring into a sky so perfect blue The wispy white clouds highlighted now stand further out And I am suddenly stood transfixed And I can feel the sun warming comfortably at my back As......Read the rest...

...Spring What does spring mean to me? the shedding of winter’s coats. Scarves and obnoxious hats Freedom, to breathe god’s air. New life; new-born lambs gambolling along, nuzzle mums' milk The......Read the rest...

...How many birthdays I need to celebrate to finally experience puberty? I feel like I never grew up except having growth spurts and that time once a month How many birthdays I need to celebrat......Read the rest...