Stoops Poems - Poems about Stoops

... 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...

...LETS TANGO Nobody said, Let’s go to war But an invasion, well I never An Atlantic territory, remote Who’d respond, they thought Or perhaps get overwrought Eight thousand miles by boat Surely......Read the rest...

...From Harlem's pulse, a symphony untold, Stories etched in a brownstone, dreams unfold. Streetlamps pierce the twilight, jazz ignites, Hope flickers, a flame against the nights. Laughter rings o......Read the rest...

...Even when there’s snow on the roof I will have fire in the chimney I will keep a warm hopeful heart And a strong steady mind Determined despite my flaws To win it all Life love liberty My a......Read the rest...

...In the heart of Harlem's nocturnal embrace, where the moon's silver threads interlace. Streetlamps hum a jazz-filled tune, underneath the city's ebony dune. Brownstone whispers, history untold,......Read the rest...

...I want you to know That I love you more Than all of my Octobers Which is not to say There are a lot of them Even though there are But what I mean is I love you more warmly Than hot cinnamo......Read the rest...

..."Colorful language is the best way to recreate the incident as it happened and to picture it for the audience". Dale Carnegie ______________________________________......Read the rest...

...In Brooklyn, there were lots of stoops, Most often used for sitting, Or else as fields for stoop ball, Where Spaldeens* would do our bidding. You didn’t need a friend to play – Just threw tha......Read the rest...

...flaming red sky stoops to touch emerald ocean waves place blushing kiss darkness over hills homecoming birds chirp to mates fireflies flutter wings......Read the rest...

...Willow trees wave gently on the stream. In the breeze, casting cover for hiding fish. Thin trees float readily as if lost in a dream. If only a breeze would bestow my wish. The wa......Read the rest...

...Was Saul a Deeply Flawed Intellectual Snob (Perhaps a Prude as Well)? Does Christ's Protest Still Ring True Today? Part 1: I'll state my aim clear......Read the rest...

...The wind puffs into hills and across the dale, Dusty, and thrashing lashes with a gusty gale. As the herder stoops holding his club in hand, He watched the eagle in pique as it landed. The two cr......Read the rest...

...peregrine stoops fluster of feathers pirouettes earthwards......Read the rest...

...There's a feeling of sadness Mixed with a wistful awe As we pick our careful way Across a rubble strewn floor. An eerie sort of half light, As though hiding from the day, Hiding our history unt......Read the rest...

...Song imprisoned Lone musician engrossed to play violin. Resonance ripples on prelude to interlude. sinking in self consciousness. Self-oriented! Releasing......Read the rest...