Squandered Poems - Poems about Squandered

...Do others often ask themselves, " Are there days without darkness... when another storm shows fierceness? Has hope dimmed for selfish reasons? " And the living pay little attention to events, ......Read the rest...

...Late last night as I sat and pondered And all my thoughts for hours had wandered I just sat and I thunk Until all my thoughts stunk It looks like another night squandered ......Read the rest...

...More'n nine months on... and still I feel infuriated at myself concerning squandered funds passively, senselessly, and willingly surrendered nest egg to computer hackers (imposters, jackknifi......Read the rest...

...The inklings of a perspective, I had never even pondered, That despite all the mistakes, Not a single year was squandered, I have held you to a standard, That nobody could could live up to, An ......Read the rest...

...love is fond gold, to freely give not subject to space nor time treasure of the flowered 60’s we foolishly squandered for a mere nickle and dime….......Read the rest...

...Snow drop moonshine star threaded blanket; Partied hard; Squandered your light elevating in dreams.......Read the rest...

...In the shadow of love, where souls meet their echo, To love becomes a pilgrimage towards one's own rebirth. We seek not a successor in the labyrinth of fate, For to propose a new heaven is l......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...

...Dazzled by something worth comparing; our friendships common majesty Offers without warning while in unfamiliar waters; we may both be Lost in foggy noise; we are individuals; of sound triviality......Read the rest...

...In twilight's grasp, the world meets its demise, Oh, Christian soul, who claims the sacred name, Within God's church, where fervent spirits rise, Contemplate now, the end, a burning flame. What......Read the rest...

...The ballast of our Thursday afternoon in the countryside lays distilled in your face. Yawning like a cow in pasture eating sweet grass your words flatten the moment. Having no capacity of knowing......Read the rest...

... all poetry begins with presumption should you expect anything different here? I would not hold a full lung's air too long would not bust a bronchial capillary in the waiting for its novelty......Read the rest...

...In the endless kingdom of time, where clocks are silent and years dissolve, Existence weaves smiles with the mirage of immortality, faultless, Man, a traveler towards the infinite, through melting ......Read the rest...

... Fragmented Rhyme: Form created by Constance La France ___________________________________________ Sleepless nights won't be squandered again ......Read the rest...

...ceased, but lingering unsettled energy circling still pondering my desire to be loved hearts in pews calling in my direction though I don't open my eyes to see I felt I saw beyond the faces w......Read the rest...