Stupefies Poems - Poems about Stupefies

...February wasn't all wind and snow, around the corner the dogwood tree has bloomed before the Crack willow! Hummingbirds start warbling again, to awaken the old oaks in Lindenwood and remind t......Read the rest...

...Nothing that God created is dull... harmony is found in clouds, in immense space, in earthly landscapes, in sunrises that blaze; if nothing stupefies us, these will! Every sunset is splendor to......Read the rest...

...My daughter’s tears bring pain that stupefies behind her back a freshly picked flower upon her tongue a love-filled “Dad” my bellowed response a terrible “WHAT??”......Read the rest...

...This was before they were banned From overhead storage. Amazing how one Durian can clog So many confined bobbing heads. A stomach turning air turbulence Is yet more desirable than That chokin......Read the rest...

...People live with an inflated ego, They think they rule the world. Their little souls are covered with snow, The world is just a shooting gallery. School is no longer an assistant, Its function......Read the rest...

...Whenever there are cold cruel cries Times of India appears in full-size For help of common to criticize All unjust, biased and unfair ties. All articles or poems to visualize Are supplied free......Read the rest...

...We met in early summer when roses were blooming, and all we thought of was being in love more than any other! People look at us and clearly see: what they had once in their grasp and heart......Read the rest...

...Her faith must have come from her mother's voice: that woman who took her to church taught her how to pray, perhaps angels resemble her in her pure innocence; does Lily ever skips a prayer...would......Read the rest...

...I write of art that stupefies, I, who would immortalize new fire, new reflection... one that weaves a thread of elegance, who does not make of smoldering solitude a shill for anyone who passes by. Da......Read the rest...

...A wave, a brief moment Meaningless, yet a torment. Reams of burnt poetry Streams of wasted tears. A room thick with smoking notions … full of choking emotions. It’s a draft of man’s life story ......Read the rest...

...It's awfully quite at the end of August, placid fireflies come out before the appearance of stars; how tender, how beautiful are the rolling waves in the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams! ......Read the rest...