Streamed Poems - Poems about Streamed

...It’s nothing but desert for kilometers, nothing as far as you can see. Not even the sparse brush to keep you company Wondering further and further Wondering if it was all for not Hours turn to ......Read the rest...

...An old gaunt lady With feeble steps Walked to the red telephone booth On the roadside pavement Every day she dialed a number And spoke inaudibly into the receiver As tears streamed down her cr......Read the rest...

...Sappho Translations XV by Michael R. Burch Gaia, rainbow-crowned, garbs herself in myriad hues. (168c) We ran like fawns from the symposium: me, Cleis and reckless Gongyla. (168d) Destiny is......Read the rest...

...Side A: Players of an album made... Vinyl, cassette, CD. Audio output displayed To ears of you and me. Mono in the days of old For output of a song. Better mixing would unfold When stereo c......Read the rest...

...this non conformist city breathes a calm but edgy air through gaps in the graffiti and the street art everywhere its face is sometimes brutal but its heart and soul seem not and it walks a s......Read the rest...

...I remember his face perfectly. Though this was before he left.His photo hangs on the wall inside my mind. Never forgotten, but always clean. But the fear in my head is there to. The fear of him le......Read the rest...

...The sun set upon the hill Leaving meadows in the shade, Trees lost their colour bright As also waters of the lake. Flowers too drooped their heads While silent waters lay still, No shimmering o......Read the rest...

... “Come now, my friend, let me help,” Said the rich man with a camera in hand, His voice smooth, his smile grand, As he approached the man in the alley so damned. “Tell me your story, we’ll cap......Read the rest...

... Searching outside of myself Far and wide Looking into the eyes and souls of others Seeking answers Looking for my missing part Always sensing an absence Awakening one day with tears in m......Read the rest...

... The sun set upon the hill Leaving meadows in the shade Trees lost their colour bright As also waters of the lake. Flowers too drooped their heads While silent waters lay still, No shimmering ......Read the rest...

...The wind howled like a banshee, through the trees it did moan, As rain lashed against the window, a rhythm all its own. Inside, a heart was breaking, a soul was filled with dread, Frantic tears st......Read the rest...

...hot tears streamed down face taking the chill off winter red-eyed morning comes......Read the rest...

...Marc opened the window-in streamed Bella his first love......Read the rest...

...My grandma had this incredible way about her, you know? She'd weave wisdom into every word, like a gentle flow: "Patience and faith." Whether I was feeling lost in sorrow's undertow, bubbling over wi......Read the rest...

...flash forward to the rot all perfection spoils in a myriad of ways a perishable item should not be idolised nor allowed to take over a space for a moment though I understood p......Read the rest...