Streaked Poems - Poems about Streaked

...Lost and floundering in an unwholesome fog, time stood as if in freeze-framed mental log; roiling clouds swirled and hovered beneath the sun, Tangerine streaks sketched on the horizon. Amaz......Read the rest...

... My January, you cup the balm of my fortitude in your hands streaked with breathing hope, nursing the fertile seeds of renewal with crystal mist so despicably beautiful that moonlit fireworks g......Read the rest...

... In the heart of the jungle, where trees whisper secrets to the wind, the earth bleeds gold, and with it, dreams torn from the hands of the desperate. Here, shadows move in silence, not crea......Read the rest...

...You dripped love like honey, sweet and golden - a gilded snare I didn’t see coming. You adored me loudly, so the world would clap its hands, so I would clap my hands - a fool in your theatre of......Read the rest...

...I'm torn in poetry ~ like a fractured syllable scattered across altars of glistening gold, mirroring the maskless faces of those, who once sold their sanctity for sins. Perhaps, the......Read the rest...

...The sea whispers to the meadow, A call unanswered, yet the flock remains. White lambs, lost in innocence, Red-streaked where hands have been. The black ewe stands at the cliff’s edge— A quiet ......Read the rest...

...In the land of spring where hope was born it's gift - release of winter's hold. The sun of summer lost its luster following some how., days take a low bow, streaked trials all but lost. N......Read the rest...

... " Misunderstood by my own metaphors, traversing the ivory webs of your cunning twilight ~ which tried to mute those feminine laments within me, I've metamorphosed to a......Read the rest...

...MY FATHERS BEDSIDE GOODBYE.. His Legacy 6/24/2022 Standing on lifes fragile ledge,  I gaze      wonderingly  into your brown orbs. Windows into a house built By your large hands Hands Tha......Read the rest...

... Turtle by the Door The bears and wolves are few, one threadbare widow mourning, two grays as consumptive as smoke. The large dwindle, their bodies grow more awkward, more at odds. The heav......Read the rest...

...I am in debt, weighed down by despair, A burden unseen, yet it's everywhere. Each breath I take feels borrowed, not mine, Each step I walk traces a fragile line. I owe the world, I owe ......Read the rest...

...This is one of my works from 2019 that was published in a small publication, called Shemom golden ball of light hidden by a rush of fog.... male mockingbirds fight one brief glimp......Read the rest...

...Ancient maps, streaked with stars, charted paths unknown. But oceans are vast, a whispered warning: the world too wide. Stars explode, a symphony of light, a universe in flux. But what is ......Read the rest...

...My father was a torch Burned bright for a while and streaked flames across the sky the words he told himself about his life why he was lit and why he burned were a flaming lie all that he ......Read the rest...

... I was not awakened by the drip dripping of a faucet tap as I lay abed, stifling a yawn trying to return to sleep. It was the soft ping pinging sound of rain drops, rap r......Read the rest...