Surfaces Poems - Poems about Surfaces

...Intent on gleaning secrets, I observed my own reflection (instead of marine life) in this tide pool--its surface intoning, impulsing, insisting on its own rhythm, insinuating my face between its ......Read the rest...

... He believes he first fell in love with her eyes…they are so revealing… they’ve always told her story…..expressed how she was feeling. Through all their years together he is no longer surprised ......Read the rest...

...small scale commonplace impressions warm flickering glowing subtle surfaces of harmony......Read the rest...

..."Aniticipation: Are We There Yet," ... by the NET, (?) ... by the Poet. Yet, for the greater good, the ills of so......Read the rest...

...The mirror reflects a lifetime etched upon my skin; a canvas of stories whispered through maturity. I stand before it, middle-aged and exposed, my nakedness laid bare. My image holds no ju......Read the rest...

... automated processes slotches of colour intensity with minimum means brimming with symbols awakened breathing chsrged with context affinity to opene......Read the rest...

...In blackness, I hear forked tongues whisper wicked witchery, hope within arthritic ink slowly f a d e s as darkness descends upon snow-speckled heart, and a murder of......Read the rest...

...n icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night. This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.......Read the rest...

... Seasons like emotions fade away. Where poisonous rain once blistered susceptible surfaces, now sapphire skies showcase the saffron sun, silently soothing somber scars. Yesterday was a vacant......Read the rest...

... The leaden gray blacking clouds Open up and drops me upon the earth. I fill the lakes and make the rivers run. I fall into the hustle and bustle of crowds As they huddle under their umbrella......Read the rest...

... @@@ Whistling winter keeps us ......Read the rest...

...Selfish, keeping myself from high, so it's written. Continued strokes to the face seem to change each dawn for the better. Force myself not to ponder on own, any potential left? Not ready to hi......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The world aspires toward reflection. Words are the oblique mirrors that hold our thoughts. We gaze into these word-mirrors and catch glimpses of meaning, be......Read the rest...

... I wish that life will provide me with road signs straight and clear, no abrupt detours, no hairpin curves, the end so discernible when struck by a lance of sunlight I can set my mind on cruise c......Read the rest...

...Gravity has no properties No formal place of residence There, a push, a pull of time No education to speak of Within, without a need to worry A toy called inertia waiting on a cause Gravity i......Read the rest...