Stow It Poems - Poems about Stow It

...chasing the heat haze on the highway smoking a spliff while "let it roll” plays praying to feel your touch by Friday without adding another cross on the byway I haven’t seen the world ......

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...PERVERSITY There once was a struggling poet When words failed, he’d know it With that one metaphor Used many times before His conscience told him to stow it......

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...Be not apologetic if you spend your efforts being happy and kind There's not enough happiness or kindness in the world In preparing for Life it's best to fall in love first to learn its vagaries A......

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...There is a fire in my veins this night, and I shall blaze across the skies, as I must learn to tame this light, lest it burn deep behind my eyes. There are ghosts of battles in my breath, from......

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...I don’t think you really mean it The angry words cloud the air Like I’ve really never seen it Gotta keep it in perspective Don’t wanna be a hater Gonna stow it somewhere safe And I’......

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...Writing is freedom An escape from this chaotic world Your pen gliding across the paper Each perfect word carefully chosen Magical thoughts appearing in your mind Your hand aching- but not ca......

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...Lack of perspective on a burdensome life leaves us in pieces near a sharpened, slick knife. Smashing heads yet again, to the wall I beat mine, trying to break through to our friendship in t......

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...Dear Mom, Yesterday was my birthday. I spent most of it in tears. It was the first time in my life that I had spent one without you. You were the one who swept away my demons and my fears. The......

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...with the wind at my back and a cool breeze on my face toe to heel, shoes click-clack as I walk about this place as I live this life and pray for better days box up all the old stuff and stow it al......

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...A poet was rhyming an ode Driving his car down the road He became so engrossed That his car hit a post And his trousers became a commode So from that day on our sweet poet Swore on his word t......

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