Tatterdemalion Poems - Poems about Tatterdemalion

...On days I read… O dread The poets are dead! A taste of bitter A tatterdemalion squalor A thread that dangles in black death in the abyss The art is lost ......Read the rest...

...Dirty, tatterdemalion in appearance He's clothed in worn-out raiment, his hair unkempt; Perambulating through concrete jungles with... ......Read the rest...

...Confined, slowly lightness vanishes Darkness engulfed me No longer at peace Tatterdemalion mind, Has curved me into shard As I try to escape my mind raddled Feels like I'm in hoosgow Slowly h......Read the rest...

...Then he said unto them, Go your way, eat the fat, and drink the sweet, and send portions unto them for whom nothing is prepared: for this day is holy unto our Lord: neither be ye sorry; for the joy o......Read the rest...

...“When we contemplate the globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole unive......Read the rest...

...Lemony pines spring from my Summer mind, dangling their scent, like Christmas ornaments. I close my eyes and follow the sapphic breeze. My bronze feet bounce through the mossy sea. ......Read the rest...

...Today I am Broken, Today was the worst act I have ever committed in my life and the natural painful escape he made leaving this shell of a body I could only imagine your flawless perfection for all t......Read the rest...

...tall, proud emerald stems like the West Witch’s guards ruby-throated hummingbirds click in a homespun garden tornadic spin thrusts homes, hither and thither, like flying brooms strange snow ......Read the rest...

...BOX OF CHOCOLATES My heart aches for those who vanish — a variety like chocolates, melting into vanquished existence. First and farewell - those lucky who have died, without having their n......Read the rest...

...Horatio Hornblower adored her, from the first time he saw her. her hair all amiss. tatterdemalion jeans kissed her, before his lips touched hers. the nose ring would adorn her before his diamon......Read the rest...

...Rag doll, received, ready for play, except for her tatterdemalion dress. Yet this child, of doleful tears, hugs tight her ragamuffin, sans regret. Sweet child, with soiled cheeks, sings sweetly in ......Read the rest...

...Three bangle bracelets three initial charms, discrete July birthday gift from my grandkids. Three bangle bracelets initially a set complete until one bangle hit the skids. Searching for a sma......Read the rest...

...... .... .....if you truly searched and found me not for five weeks. I'm sorry 'cos.. I fed little or no poetry. stories are meant for the tellers this, as accorded : my muse bled painstaki......Read the rest...

...Lickety-split, I sit up and look at the clickety clock, oh my gosh, why am I lollygagging in this cozy bed; I am going to be so late for dance class, I better skedaddle, so I can......Read the rest...

... Nothing is more remarkable than my pen with which, this poet comprehends her muse, in flowing poetry: a destiny that has drawn inviolable, ......Read the rest...