Sputters Poems - Poems about Sputters

...Backyard dandelions have parachuted upwards, on heavenly breezes. The mower gave them a kick-start, then they ascended; some to tickle ears and noses. Ride along garden ......Read the rest...

...In dreams I linger in solitude, sipping a cup of contemplation, brewed from leaves of my expectations. Writing pages of romantic Sonnets about plans I have for me and you. Sometimes I'm fearful......Read the rest...

...sputtering poetry, the impotent poet tells me, she was “…puttering around Pittsburg.” potent poetry. perhaps, alluring alliteration potentially portends ......Read the rest...

...Dream state yields deep sleep personifications Upon lying supine - eye shutter lids into the land of Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, where the sandman beckons and bids dead to the webbed wide world, ......Read the rest...

...When you left, I felt dark inside my heart, Now when you will come back, there will be light within my heart. My heart sputters faster on this anticipation, My love songs are echoing beyond my i......Read the rest...

...Grieving, I shall rue the day when atop the hill I stand, alone with my memories, grasses swaying in the breeze. Tears on my cheeks, he'd once so tenderly caressed. A groan will escape......Read the rest...

...The bar door is ajar only fading voices echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar! Here n there, trash drifts ghosts in flickering neon Broken floating bloated dead down eons halls last......Read the rest...

...He's strumming the guitar strings as if they weep, near a warm campfire on a cold December night. Sad chords of his song hold many secrets to keep. Through Ponderosa pines, whistling win......Read the rest...

...With our verbal tango desire is fanned; Still I fall shy under a hunter’s eyes, knowing what such an intense gaze implies; Embracing the chills from such a demand this impetuous action was unp......Read the rest...

...I wouldn’t do that if I were you! She says. Why not? It’s a sin. I have to keep my mouth straight. She has been immersed in sin soup. She sputters it when she speaks. Everything is a sin. ......Read the rest...

...Early Poems XV Ambition by Michael R. Burch Men speak of their “ambition” and I smile to hear them say that within them burns such fire, such a longing to be great ... But I laugh at th......Read the rest...

...Black-Eyed Peas (Oklahoma Summer) David J Walker The blooms arrive in June and by July the pea pods start to dangle Soon the picking will begin when Grandma says so shading her eyes From th......Read the rest...

...My front end needs alignment and my rear end sags a lot My vinyl seats get cold in fall; in summer they're too hot Beneath the seats; old french fries, pennies, napkins, Laura Scudders My fuel int......Read the rest...

...Without fiery passion, there is no poetry – Oh, there are jingles of sorts! jingles of naughts – Limericks so on, and on and on – Rhymes two three and four, or as many more; but, for a lyri......Read the rest...

...I like to drive with the windows down, White noise, To drown out how whack the wheels sound. My mind spits and sputters, Mouth mumbles, Words come out jumbled. I hate the sound of myself, My v......Read the rest...