Thumping Poems - Poems about Thumping

...The woman who sat on a bench in the twilight garden told me to wait a little while, The woman who could see the dark times told me to be patient, Soon the forest would reveal its dark secret. ......Read the rest...

...I could use a new prescription To cure me from all the friction That's been rubbing me so strong It's been going on too long I get chills each time your near Not knowing if it's thrills or fear ......Read the rest...

... As heartrose epitaphs swathe earthly echoes with swelled up w a v e s of spiritual sirens, sea-fairies collide with honeysuckle footprints, traced by mint-green manta rays al......Read the rest...

...Within Within the stillness, faint echoes of sounds can be heard Late night hours, grappling with what is real and the absurd Hearing indistinguishable voices, conversations overheard Perhaps......Read the rest...

...The Time Machine Graying hair and aching knees It’s time for a drive among hills and trees There is magic encased in a Chevy V-8 Gotta take a drive before it’s too late Shift in reverse Time......Read the rest...

...... in the quiet moments Love enters the arena to no applause yet, it is clearly seen pushing through the ceiling the entire world crumbles at Love’s feet it is a giant cyclops one eye on eve......Read the rest...

...My head is a bowl of whirling thoughts My mind,a rugged sea of jagged waves and shattered dreams A caricature of a fulfilled life Cartoonish belief in hope The earth is my oyster and my grave......Read the rest...

...What is your biggest fear? My biggest fear is that when I'm away, I won't be able to save her and when I'm there, she'll need saving. Simultaneously, I'm killing her, leaving her open to an attack th......Read the rest...

...I have been living on the sides trying so hard to survive but the residue of hope keeps rocking my boat. Daylight breaks out on the stream, and it keeps disrupting my unconscious dreams, and I am pus......Read the rest...

...My jubilant latent, nascent poetic tribute to black history month Which acknowledgement ought to be year round, similar to altruistic, humanistic, and philanthropic unconditional acceptance and ......Read the rest...

...Bechstein, Blüthner, Steinway or Fazioli, even an archaic Pianoforti, long had he craved to play them all. He was in love with their shape and sheen, their sweeping contours, their circuit bodies......Read the rest...

... Gusts thump the windows, Never seen, but always heard, Hastening to meet the tallest oaks, Urging them to sway, bending, Leaning as if to waltz this way, that way, Wherever the c......Read the rest...

...Late summer and the barefoot boys are scrumping. They have scrunched-up themselves into the green sap of leaf and branch, as trees to be climbed, branches to fall from. In the village shop an......Read the rest...

...He enters the neighborhood bitter from cold cases old grudges and gripes his musty breath is shallow stone cold coming from his angry nostrils transferred yet again for bad behavior after suc......Read the rest...

...Alternating red and blue, police car siren blaring. My heart is thumping wildly. I wave and blow him a kiss, But he doesn't notice. He is on the job, not caring. And since I'm driving slowly, a c......Read the rest...