Subdued Poems - Poems about Subdued

...Like yesterday, bitterness clings to my tongue That memory refuses to be undone. February 14th, a cherub's play, His arrow struck, leading me astray. A tiny angel, drapped in white Arrows of l......Read the rest...

... Setting: a rendition of Tara Plantation, 1860’s Georgia Characters: Scarlatina (S), an oddly-dressed Southern Belle Brett Rutler (B), a dashing, but presently quite confused, rogue Scene: ......Read the rest...

...In the days that gradually thin, sprinkled with the last strands of sand, Evening descends upon my old and warm soul, Bony and stiff fingers, yearning for the warmth of the waning summer, As the a......Read the rest...

...Maybe if I tell my story, the memories will dissipate, Maybe the whispers of him will fade as ink cascades from my pen; But I am not sure if it can be put into words, If the shattering of a soul c......Read the rest...

...If a year ago someone told me that the American youth will burst on history's stage with unbounded courage, and lift their heart to a new great awakening, I'd say "sweet dreams." But, oh my god,......Read the rest...

...A young girl’s voice, lost in the data, cries out, "Why are we here?" Pixie Pixela, her words soft and low, murmurs, "This world is yours, dear, a garden for stories to grow." But her digital e......Read the rest...

... Springtime facade shines in embellished topography, embroidered enshrined on Monet landscape, luminous in effervescent elegance with sparkle of blue lagoon in dreaming ebullient ......Read the rest...

...After a year, I saw him crossing the old road, through my window pane. A sudden startling I felt inside, a gust of memories flashed in my eyes; were you also holding your breath or my name, or......Read the rest...

...Depression may always reside here in my head. But within my own imagination I am already dead. No one can make me feel absolutely better For I stay subdued with how I cannot get my act together. ......Read the rest...

... A rouged sky paints a clown's face, on a dawn rising moon. The open earth, that not closed in by brooding trees, but is as spread-out acres, where the hush and harken darken eyes and ears, ......Read the rest...

...In borrowed plumes, a masquerade we stage, Thoughts echo doctrines, passions preordained. From broken families, where fractured spirits weep, Mothers of sorrow, With eyes that never slee......Read the rest...

...A hot sweltering sticky humid evening Heat clings and hangs in the stagnant air Almost too hot and stifling to bear Floods of silver wet ovaline beads Perspire and exude from every opened pore T......Read the rest...

...Placed Second In : Spring Sonata Poetry Contest Sponsored by Joseph Bru Spring Sonata ......Read the rest...

...They met at the foot of the tree when the temperature was minus zero degrees, the wind was blowing, the trees were shaking, and her body was subdued in the cold. She has been living at the foot of th......Read the rest...

...Jewel layer templates gilded upstream sigh winsome eyelet skimmed scorning dawn orb Delphic mustard sketch on sapphire sequins Appalachian awning bearing flimsy nuggets surreal slender st......Read the rest...