Strokes Poems - Poems about Strokes

...At the crossroads between nights and longing, He carries within him a season forgotten, With a liver like sodden earth, chilled beneath dead leaves, Viscera stirred by the silvery thrill of the vo......Read the rest...

...There’s a story untold, A mystery to unfold. Even in her unfinished state, Her beauty will forever captivate. Da Vinci’s hand has started the task, Her delicate face, unable to mask. His......Read the rest...

... ”Flowers are the creator’s finishing touch, perfection in last strokes of His brush.”Quote - Poet’s own Zinnia awakes in the morning mist Awa......Read the rest...

...I look in the mirror There I see the prettiest girl in the world For all her curves and edges She sure is a sight for sore eyes She knows her beauty is a weapon The sharpest she could ever wie......Read the rest...

...In the hollows of power’s grip, where shadows twist the heart’s cry, there—mights build thrones on backs bent, where abuse wears the mask of guidance, control, a cloak woven with the thread of fe......Read the rest...

... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......Read the rest...

...MY VITILIGO, MY STRIPS In the mirror, I see a canvas unique, Where patches of light tell a tale mystique. My skin, like a tiger's, striped and bold, Each mark a story waiting to be told.4 V......Read the rest...

...In the abyss of a heavy silence, I feel like an anchor weighing down dreams, And the world seems an atlas that no longer knows how to bend me towards heights. I call tenderly for shadows that can p......Read the rest...

...IF JESUS DIED ON THE CROSS WHO AM I NOT TO DIE IF JESUS WEPT ON THE CROSS WHO AM I NOT TO WEEP IF JESUS PASS THROUGH THE GRAVE WHO AM I NOT TO STINK IF JESUS WENT THROUGH MY PAINS WHO AM I NOT ......Read the rest...

...The Mind's Labyrinth In the quiet chambers of thought, Where neurons weave their intricate dance, Lies the mind—a labyrinth of wonder, A cosmic tapestry spun by chance. I. Echoes of Memory ......Read the rest...

...Moortje was left behind (Anne Frank's poor sweet feline) It'd be hard to keep her plus without her, cheaper --to take care of the folks but she'd miss Anne's soft strokes --and all he......Read the rest...

... By Cherbo Geeplay Africa, this sun drenched bliss, come to Botswana and see the terrific translucent creeks of Okavango Delta, as it blends with the sun rays and glistened. Let the unmist......Read the rest...

...As one grows old, when evening approaches, memories too lengthen like shadows. Now I remember more often my parents wondering how much sweat and toil they had shed to make their children comfortable,......Read the rest...

...Happiness is the whirl of lyrical runes, voicing of raging monstrous stories in loons. Happiness is the rough silence of the heart, that cries in loneliness of love torn apart Happiness is a......Read the rest...

...Cat style slow blink, relaxed into infatuated reflexes; ‘Lick between the lines…’ a message conveyed; The purr is burning the air dripping between each crevice; Prowling into foreplay cat st......Read the rest...