Straining Poems - Poems about Straining

...I wrap my fingers around the pen which has lain dormant collecting dust for months on end feeling as if I'm lifting a fifty pound weight straining not just my joints but my brain, its neurons re......Read the rest...

... Extreme cleaning my house is wearing me out, but I’ll get through. There can be no doubt. Straining and scrubbing’s required. Buckets, I’ve perspired. I’m beyond tired. Though ......Read the rest...

...Cowpoke by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16 Sleep, old man... your day has long since passed. The endless plains, cool midnight rains and changeless ragged cows alone remain of what once was.......Read the rest...

...The routine just became daunting Straining, overbearing and exhausting Yet it is the current blessing I should celebrate That drains much strength just to navigate But since our world has see......Read the rest...

...I felt a sharp thrill in my heavy heart, But hardly knew if that tip of a dart Was caused by delight, fear or curious mind, And felt an eerie, strong urge truth to find, But naught was seen b......Read the rest...

... Although it's a well worn cliche, there is something soothing in the thought of lying in bed listening to rain. Last night I was front row in a symphony. An adagio of soft fall, murmurings ......Read the rest...

... It worked in the recesses the nooks and cracks of the darkness. It’s shapeless meandering form intent on its work It’s slither of arms and tentacles wrapped around the soul It’s tortures fi......Read the rest...

... For a man of my age, I should no longer dream Of pretty young fillies, quite naughty it seems But we don't lose the joy to gawk and to stare When the sweet scent of female fills up t......Read the rest...

... Its wings resemble the splendor of ribbed gothic windows. Yet neither Chartres nor Notre Dame, those buttressed monoliths of stone and glass, compare to the monarch’s divine architectur......Read the rest...

...Every year In Robin Hood Country Nottingham There in October, they hold. What is known, as the Goose Fair. It's huge. and goes back centuries, straining the Middle Ages, perhaps even longer. My pal......Read the rest...

...Love is a blank canvas, a phantasmagoric fantasy, to pucker up with glossy lips, the subtle soft brush against the opposite sex, with eye-shades drawn. Love doesn’t know the body yet, still sizi......Read the rest...

...Resolved was I to exercise, To utmost try to slenderize. From flabby bod I'd poundage peel To Grecian god beneath reveal. But soon my straining torso frail Becomes complaining, moaning male......Read the rest...

... In the purple shadows of the black's monoliths, where an ancient echo calls forth, at the blurry forge of "Ralkon Dis", a salient dragon from mystery's petra cliffs drifts you off to a f......Read the rest...

...Even if I could... And so, that, energy - drifts Catching on ribs and clouds The sanitised silence Of saying nothing Echoes confirm existence ~ at least Descending the steps of the void Until......Read the rest...

...Tree boughs scope me by window glass, As the long night without stars pass The moon out like dead rock— the last Time dark mornings will be so vast. Around my boughs, raining's ghost wane, F......Read the rest...