Stout Poems - Poems about Stout

...God spoke to men in visions and dreams. Their words are like unpolluted streams, offering dying souls life-giving drink, and giving hope to those on the brink. These witnesses, both the old and......Read the rest...

...1st wind, childhood 2nd wind, jobs, career 3rd wind, elder life. ___I___ Many do so wonder... After exhausting what there is in business Politics, l......Read the rest...

...Dodging one here, dodging one there, Riding along without a care. Three in a row, which way do I go, I close my eyes and curse the so and so. Oh! what a bang, the old van shook, But at l......Read the rest...

...Picture Prompt Poetry Contest Sponsor-Margarita Lillico The dog days of summer find these canines Of all shapes and sizes waiting in lines It's hot and muggy out Yet these bow-wows are stout ......Read the rest...

...Through the many days Up and down marking each their hours So do minds sail their curious course. With each weighed anchor leaving swirling trails Showing the world what the bottom had, then to......Read the rest...

...If all there is …is now And time but an illusion Wondering where it went Causes me confusion If there’s been no then Is it all Zen And the end is Where it will begin Is every sunrise The......Read the rest...

... We find deep inside ourselves The traits of ancestors therein dwells Grandpa’s eyes, our Mom’s hair Our stature from … who knows where? What we claim as thought process We may be forced to r......Read the rest...

...Strophe I O mycorrhiza, nature’s internet This internet keeps everything alive Beats out anything Humans thought as yet The natural world around it does thrive II Trees struck by lightning o......Read the rest...

...Just a single astral flicker births upon the darkness a crest of day, A lone strand of wax, dancing its aura Dispels the night – In a delirium of glimmers that chase away the phantoms of fear, Sh......Read the rest...

...In shopping centres, bright and wide, Where our dreams can fly and glide, We wrap our hearts in things we've bought, Forgetting stars, by city lights caught. Yet, whispers of change might find ......Read the rest...

...In seventy-eight, my steel-stallion, KZ1000, pride, wind in my hair. Its Sissy Bar, firm tether, bag secured, my wanderlust's prayer. Sun, snow, wind sculpt my journey's theme, my ......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In Blarney there’s one magic stone. When you kiss it, you’re put in ‘the zone.’ You’ll soon gab with words so glib. Matters not if truth or fib. With a stout Guinne......Read the rest...

... It started with a blank canvas, the life landscape I painted since, shows a friendly fence or two, some with pegs stout and straight, some with bars broken and bent, a barrier between the r......Read the rest...

... The Jacobite Rose Falling , the conscience of mankind , at ease . As soaring souls reign over our nomadic skies , Our gardens tiered as the Jacobite roses bloom , Roaming he......Read the rest...

...If anyone would like to have some community fun, please send me a limerick(s) in a comment or soup mail. The famous Blarney Stone, some can't resist When in Ireland, it's on tourist's che......Read the rest...