Trays Poems - Poems about Trays

...They are wandering everywhere and you act as if you don’t care; they are wandering everywhere and you are walking around clapping your hands and stomping your feet and dragging your body on the cold ......Read the rest...

...In a vehicle, once more this month. Though not going as far as the palm trees, my stomach’s lurching left and right. The baby’s alright! He coos from time to time as we weave through lovely soil and ......Read the rest...

...Miami Mall is rocking with aliens from star planets galore. The worst thing is they are not buying anything from a store. They are hypnotizing the salespeople and getting stuff free. Items are lea......Read the rest...

...I don't know why I love your smile I don't know why I admire your style I don't know why I appreciate your ways I don't know why I want to carry your trays. Through your eyes I can see deep in ......Read the rest...

... In Elysian Heights, Room 8 stands strong, as a blessed place for a furlong purrloin whisk-along a ride-along comforting face, where memories of childhood days belong, a classmate, a frien......Read the rest...

...A woman in a pale green dress On a pier, with her handbag Tide is going to progress Waves roll faster, lowered flag Slightly quivers on the wind Someone orders the high tea A lifeline wasn......Read the rest...

...In a world bejeweled with tainted trinkets, and feigned flowers, we follow the wailing waves below whirling wind, like secluded silhouettes, stranded on the cusp of chaos, unable to f......Read the rest...

...Her new fridge set as a giant gleaming jewel between clean countertop & faithful kitchen cupboards Icemaker amiable crispers bins & shelves cavernous freezer with sensible sliding drawer ......Read the rest...

...Lisa and I had a party to hit-up. I can’t stay inside all the time, not on a Friday night anyway and a rooftop is the perfect place to mull over big questions and get the freshest commentary about cu......Read the rest...

...The smell of French bread baking, seeps through the kitchen roof and the women wearing aprons of assorted colors and fine knitted hat kneading stiff dough in big pudding pans. They kept moving f......Read the rest...

...Nobody know where it came from just that one very wet foggy day it emerged from some thick fog moving very slowly and alone It was blue but had a dark chimney that glittered like a bowl of ......Read the rest...

...Transitions and Contrasts: Just like the Seasons Scorching, sweltering, drying, draining The Candle of the Sky, now a supernova Chirping birds cry out for drops of draught, The strays of streets ......Read the rest...

...Connie was a cheerleader bright white toothed smile bouncing boobs short skirt legs running long through school boy fantasies friday nights her stage crisp November air her makeup Robert was......Read the rest...

...SMOKING WILL KILL YOU He said “Smoking will kill you!” catching the faint smell, scanning for ash trays as he entered her apartment, ready to accept months of miscalculation of red lips and ......Read the rest...

...Fork git about spooner hiz ham And join (singing the words in the next paragraph) whether alone in a traffic jam basting, cooking, then eating a lamb prepared by thee missus a superb culinar......Read the rest...