Texture Poems - Poems about Texture

...I made an omelette today. Well, scrambled eggs in the end. A chef on TV once said that an omelette should be made of two eggs, not three. Like it was a rule. So, I picked two eggs out of the box.......Read More

...I cross the boundary of illusion in a poet's dream through a thin-texture web that waves before me words of black, pass in front of me one word after another flickers before my eyes everythi......Read More

...The clocks have gone back and all is still. The trees are molten gold. The garden’s dieback mode infectious, the air is damp and cold. No texture to the sky, its sullen grey devoid of shapes o......Read More

... Come cover me with taffeta blue let the shine rub onto you when joined with cotton the feel becomes joy in its pure state I love the touch of man-made materials when I speak with my cello s......Read More

... Sugar paper petals rippable Hibiscus Musk sap via jungle civet melts to jelly Turkish Delight icing, licked clean fingers Rubber soft texture entices tongues joyfully ......Read More

...What if all humans were exactly the same? If they had the same mindset? The same ideas? The same imagination? What if they had the same face, hair styles, eye color, same skin texture? What if we ......Read More

...I have made the weirdest quilt, the woman apologized to me. It is bits of scraps of every color, you might not even like it. I had seen a lot of quilts that I do not like. They are too symmetrical.......Read More

...Lost in a room with only my thoughts,Isolated from the world, A room my only familiar, I listen to the laughter and the conversations in the halls, imagine all the stories held between these walls? ......Read More

...I'm truly sorry for those that died from that cheeky little FauchXI virus... and the millions that lost jobs or were demonized for deflecting the virgin big pharma prick- I'm embarrased to sa......Read More

...I sing of the afternoon of life, Of beaches shifting in such tiny ways; Throes of death is what they are, Under the light of a softly dying star, When eyes full of wonder and hope Stare into a......Read More

...Focus in, on the leaves Changing colour, changing texture The way they dance in the breeze A changing daily show Focus in, on the sound Nut focussed tales from hurrying squirrels The crunchi......Read More

... From the color of the sensitivity to the scent of the flower is the texture of the skin spells that ecstatic me... ......Read More

... POET and POETESS Eve Roper : The Poetess Super duper to impress me, since my entry to world of English Poetry. First one to appreciate ......Read More

...Little Jack Horner was sent to the corner For sticking his thumb in the Christmas plum pie. The guests were also not pleased when he sneezed on the peas, Or sang nursery rhyme ballads while fondli......Read More

...Resources available Vehicle intact Shelf displaying Filled donut Sitting quietly Hidden publicly Container open Texture soft Bavarian creme Dopamine released Why??? Soul sick For a qu......Read More