Sully Poems - Poems about Sully

...Sunlight rises like a phoenix from the charcoal ashes of night. And sets the eastern skies afire, lit by Dawn's splendiferous light. Orange, yellow, and tangerine ink scattered clouds ......Read the rest...

...When sat before a blank page I sometimes feel as lonely as I imagine that blank page must feel however that blank page is also quite stark and challenging daunting even it seems to be ancho......Read the rest...

...A POET’S PREROGATIVE We right our souls as we Write our souls because we must, Or like confetti, the words'll bust Out from us willy-nilly, and Poets cannot let words simply sully out, ......Read the rest...

...Written: October 05, 2023 ___________________________________________________________ Where the paradisiacal angels reside. A myriad of creatures, ebony and betide A dinkum dissolut......Read the rest...

...The embers flash like lightening strikes Ash floats weightlessly Flames dance and caress Smoke teases your lungs There's longing in the flames Safely stowed Posing no threat Crackling Tomorr......Read the rest...

...Red hot chili pepper poker face... Born that way angry antithetical mailer daemon when... all of Christendom bows their collective talking heads in supplication, a temporary truce and reprie......Read the rest...

...A cloudy sky with streaks of grey, filters out the light of the sun. And sprinkles soon sully the day, curtailing any chance of fun. A pelting sound, pommels the ground. Showers mo......Read the rest...

...Knick-knacks, bottle caps, pop tabs, and acid The reflux of my mind of many memories redacted Connections don't elucidate the fuzzy things that happen Only emphasize the vacuity of brains fried an......Read the rest...

...Swimming makes me feel lighter, it lifts me up and gives me joy. I gave it up awhile back, but have no idea why said Mrs. Loy. Maybe it is because you husband pouts? Her sister-in-law suggested. O......Read the rest...

...Joy dances in even to the bereft She cracks my frown with a tango Then she leaves my house swept Joy is a hummingbird trapped indoors Her iridescence lights up all my grime Usher her out befor......Read the rest...

...Like travellers, We cross this arid land Aiming at the city of rest. As we traverse the landscapes We may, of a truth, sully our feet With besetting dust of sin But we must from time to t......Read the rest...

...Playing with breezes you do not understand Time will discretely arise you Quietly laughing to yourself you with your knowing extending helpless hands as the shore ascends you are the drowning......Read the rest...

...Ho Xuan Huong (1772-1882) was a risqué Vietnamese poetess. Her verse — replete with nods, winks, double entendres and sexual innuendo — was shocking to many readers of her day and will doubtless rema......Read the rest...

...Last night, Lisa, Peter, Leeza and I were in her father’s 50th floor study watching New York City. It’s a corner room with glass walls from floor to ceiling. He likes to watch the city himself and ha......Read the rest...

...A bottom land where green is thread through with a trailing mud. A late fruited decay seeps and smears these low meadow pasture. Pot-bellied dewdrops hang, strung upon spawny strings. He......Read the rest...