Tucked Poems - Poems about Tucked

...I watch the days roll by and my vision explodes in the sky, morning and noon is merging in one and my energy is spilling all over the land. Seagulls of assorted colors parade on the shores and big bo......Read the rest...

...Thorns and prickles dangle at the root of the tree and the temperature is shouting at a hundred and seventy degree; destiny is baking a global cake and you have to get your slice before they close th......Read the rest...

... Tucked away right at the back of my husband’s bedside cabinet lies a brown leather wallet The money is long gone but to him it contains something far more precious ... My bus......Read the rest...

... Written: April 22, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Whimsical whispers of spring wallow, Awakening from nature's languid tingle. You were maundering......Read the rest...

... In the cool of an autumn morning my father and his friend, Jimmy Kerin, would go mushroom picking in paddocks way out past the last suburban fence. I would tag along not to pick but feel th......Read the rest...

...I'm promised to your finger tips The ones that run through my hair and run across my skin When there's space between that skin and the cloth that hangs off me My shirts aren't tucked into my pants......Read the rest...

...There’ll comes a time when I will Not see you anymore This is my time to continue On my path like I have done so many times before Don’t weep for me For it was meant to be Meeting you her......Read the rest...

...MORE THAN EPHEMERA A dusty attic one must reorganise Unlabelled boxes trying to hide There will be at least one surprise A diary and postcard tucked inside A letter from a mother at the end ......Read the rest...

... Know a sweet lady who was once a nurse In a home for retired folks A perfect personality to take care of the aged Such tender caring she evokes Her sweet loving nature was a perfect m......Read the rest...

...THE ODD SOCK There we all were, waiting to be let out From that long spin wash and tumble dry Now we are a heap of socks on the bed They’ll match blue and blue, red with red Pairs tucked toget......Read the rest...

... Three kids to a bed, two beds to a room, three rooms crowded with flannel long johns and wool socks. If I was lucky enough maybe they had only been worn by two or three brothers before me. ......Read the rest...

... Never met her, yet I've heard the crazy Tante von Vogt lived her life as any would, if they were crazy. She'd walk to butcher's each week no nod greeting who might pass. She'd buy four hund......Read the rest...

...To My Love My Soul - a little aches to know that we......Read the rest...

... When Time sails into it's last port, and fever for the Truth is stowed- as an incubant reality -that you wish had aroused sooner, it's queried symptom with more fervored pedigree of......Read the rest...

...A sinless one pays the wages of sin One in whom death hath no hold An anomaly goes unseen For thirty silver coins He is sold Offending many with all he aimed to mean That was mocked and frowned ......Read the rest...