Texture Poems - Poems about Texture

Texture comes in ways In paints, food, clouds or vocals Seeing layer pays....Read the rest...

Age gnarls, weather beats skin to flaky dryness. Wrinkles and lines, furrows, knots and blotches Twist and contort the skin of babies and youths to a knurled, rough, compliant easy to grip surface. The rough and worn acrimony...Read the rest...

A floor of dead rusted leaves rustle and crackle Crunching their crisp skins dancing under my feet Shuffling with sodden soil thick with grit - I grapple With sticky dew grass and spongy peat Alligatored tree bark grabs my...Read the rest...

Texture is nature's and life's universal adornment. Texture titillates and tantalises the senses, adorning the smooth, flat and boring with bumps, context, meaning, dimensions and grip. See me, hear me, touch me, smell me, taste me - all get embellished...Read the rest...

One day in my dream garden---behold bitter wires eating twisted snakes....Read the rest...

It’s a topographical nightmare. The terrain rises and slopes over small mountain ranges I wish everyday were freckles. The landforms, shifting and rising with every glance in the mirror, they’re rough from years of scrubbing...Read the rest...

Laying on the floor beneath the window, staring up at the painted plaster, little cracks run through the goosebumps in the paint. I can read where the wall is hollow where it is brick, by running the tips of my...Read the rest...

Taste truth Prize proof Charm curls Head hurls Heart hopes Sculpts scope Soul sights Fond flight Fond feel Heart heals Hear hurts Bless birth Sift still Wise will Last laugh Sweet stuff Face fear Heart hears Leon Enriquez 15 September 2019 Singapore...Read the rest...

Of Scripture! Oh! The blind text, Sire! Leave it far Stay free in this bar, In living treasure. Come and love frankly Everyone and everything For the sake of God This world for you and for me God created equally. -October 14,...Read the rest...

Snow-capped peaks stretch long shadows, cropping the corners of lamp-lit valleys, Stage to child-like haunts and witness to forsaken cries; They speak, as dreams, do to the hidden, protected soul, uncovering horrors unsecured and fears realized, in solitude, Dripping omniscient truth frozen by day,...Read the rest...