Strung Poems - Poems about Strung

... Tongue sprung words stung Rope strung dreams hung......Read More

...One year,  over the ocean, Santa veered  off course His reindeer were battling a hurricane  force.  As the sleigh went  spinning and spiraling around,  an  island appeared far below on the ground,......Read More

...I am a fat Christmas tree. With tinsel, I sparkle by the fire filling hearth and home with yuletide cheer providing precious memories throughout many a year. I’m not fancy—adorned w......Read More

...Strung along, I am a fool Always working for others Once branded a handy tool Foot on my neck Boot lodged for good I barter and sweat A soul without identity I work and work Free food and ame......Read More

...she strung him up shook him out like laundry he writhed with frenzy......Read More

...Lisa and I had a party to hit-up. I can’t stay inside all the time, not on a Friday night anyway and a rooftop is the perfect place to mull over big questions and get the freshest commentary about cu......Read More

...The Lady Poet Your words fall down and down gently, And tumble across time’s worn pages, Soothing, harmonic, blended words, All pitched to a perfect perfection. Precious words, strung o......Read More

...Nighttime arrives like a welcome lull in a fine opera. I step outside noticing how the nighttime graces the sky with its ambient, deep hues. I climb into the hammock strung between two trees in our b......Read More

...eclipsed by a daydream where stars are strung on single strands of spider's webs invisible to the eye as the brightness of the sun sears the retina......Read More

...With every gust of wind, secret taboo, secreting a web a cocooned prison of liquid knowing, flowing, emulsifying impossibly old and new. In the beyond of the known, stair-stepped, desert bone ......Read More

...The Empty House My first recollections of our life here Will always be the tropical landscape, The endless rows of swaying palm trees, The miles of impressionist shades of green, And the ab......Read More

...Cackles were heard from down under on a hill far away fifty little saucy spiders scurry helter skelter out to play A hefty witch stirs her cauldron next to her Bagoon snake eyes spoon an evil mu......Read More

...The Impressionist Monet’s Garden Images are caught, then lost again, Floating somewhere in half sleep, Dreamlike reflections sweeping in, Swirling gossamer memories to keep. Colors......Read More

...Written: October 16, 2023 Changed past Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Fire Bird ______________________________________ The intricate tapestry of my ......Read More

...In darkness, each ache adds to an outline of your inhabited shape. Whatever is left over that is not body claws from the inside trying to get out. In the end you settle for hole in th......Read More