Stowing Poems - Poems about Stowing

...I love spending nights on the lake. Once the oven-like sun disappears, things get suddenly quiet, except for the occasional hoot of an owl, crickets, frogs and the soft lapping of the lake on the......Read the rest...

...Somewhere the snooty scholars of the world quietly locked inside their dusty hall Under the dim light of a candle’s flame decide which label to put upon us all I see them now with my book in th......Read the rest...

...Grandpa Francesco Proia, from Caserta, Italia, a clever stowaway in the bowels of the ship bringing him to Ellis Island, Feb. 4, 1905. Gruff ways, often snarling a guttural “Huh,” a lack of ......Read the rest...

...Never unconditionally leaned on these peon demons made me want to be gone/ if there ever was a reason for me turning my back leaving this so called family adhesion / now ‘tis perfection seas......Read the rest...

...The undertaker anticipates a better day His plans include some needed lawnmowing, He winds up two ne'er-do-wells stowing Without resources their expenses to pay The mere cost for a pr......Read the rest...

...I do not fear Death It appears he fears me I have sent him embossed invitations bordered in black bought the best bottle of wine I could afford lowered the lights anxiously awaited his arriva......Read the rest...

...I come across not knowing Those things after the grass stops growing Tether are those feelings up stowing What am I beholding? Jesus second coming For is it selfish for me to pray I ......Read the rest...

...A Hint at What Is Beautiful : Lovely is the 'bless your heart' Wrapped with appreciation, Offered to peace inclined individuals Who make a special effort To nurture shrapnel singed casualti......Read the rest...

...QUIET WORD VISION No disturbance, alone in sheltered eyes torn darkness; Peaceable releases stowing within the cool black darkness; Free from sound of sleeping children on a crowde......Read the rest...

...A thing possessed by power desires exert turns into an object inanimate and inert. A life untainted and vibrant if captured by the bloodstained clutch of lust tart rolls like fallen beads, the ......Read the rest...

...Thoughts at the cusp of my breathe begin and end with the ease of no darkness but the gaze that only were to seethe and pull away the warmth that I once harnessed There was no crimson, or yerni......Read the rest...

...Blitsy Blobs The buzzing bee on the bloom stowing away honey for blitsy blobs January 26, 2016 C......Read the rest...

...Long time ago in the old wild west A hunter raised his gun, he was a Round up cowboy, and shooting Was his fun He saw a fat wild turkey come runnin out the scrub, he thought of tasty vitt......Read the rest...

...Apples ripen pink, hotly blushing, though the ardent yellow sun grows faint; blackbirds sucking soft honeyed sweetness. like babies at breast, show no restraint. Mellow ripeness splays rich-ton......Read the rest...

...What is behind ? So many who wear masks, behind which to hide ? So many who wear a veneer, upon which to ride ? So many who wear a veil, behind which to slide beyond their true, sober, reality ?, be......Read the rest...