Tumbledown Poems - Poems about Tumbledown

...Rolling clouds over rolling hills. Kentucky is winding it roads out in endless curves. No hurry, this journey drives me through its curling landscape as a self-reading picture book of racial mem......Read the rest...

...Follow the red dirt road. Take it slow, walk it, this is not an exploration nor a pilgrimage, it is a short tour around the beginning of an idea and its end. Move along past the few rural h......Read the rest...

...Long, long ago in a land far away, they lived a wise old woman who talked to the trees. She had a little crooked back and wobbly knees. She lived in a tiny tumbledown shack, and her name was ......Read the rest...

...In a place many others often dread Near the hollowed trees, and the haunted seas She glides along the tumbledown cemetery Deep down knowing those who are no longer living Th......Read the rest...

...Myrtle Parker Myrtle Parker lived on the Riviera, That’s the English one not the French. Her favourite tipple is Red Currant Cider, Only beverage her thirst would quench. Never did she marry......Read the rest...

...She has a tumbledown deck, a creaky rocker. Dandelion seeds carry memories from one neglected garden patch to another. She’s not that old, but her wine has mulled, a hard sun has scoured her feat......Read the rest...

...DILAPIDATED GLOBE A weary pneuma bleeds Tears of the miserable The poverty-stricken tumbledown The opulence shows gusto. At the sight of the indigent But very penurious in helping... The......Read the rest...

...I not sure I’ll renew my poet’s license this year, most of the keepers have been kept with the biggest ones caught, stuffed and hung on the walls of tumbledown fishing lodges. Although there are......Read the rest...

...fear seems to be the cause du jour fear if it all just ended shapes us like quivering jello molds fear of the landline tapping into our heads fear of the landmine careless gifts from the feds......Read the rest...

...He sleeps late because the milk cows have dried up and the bulls long slaughtered. There are no cowboys in the bunk house just a couple of old chickens pecking the dirt floor, they produce, at ......Read the rest...

...She has a tumbledown deck, a creaky rocker. Dandelion seeds carry memories from one neglected garden patch to another. She’s not old, but her wine has mulled, the sun has scoured her face into a ......Read the rest...

...Howami? hmm... good question, but for some unknown reason more tired than usual..., without daily twenty four hours proper rest, I feel haggard. I strongly suspect (a hunch acquired upon retu......Read the rest...

...Somewhere east of nowhere stands a rust encrusted shed In a paddock full of weeds by a tumbledown homestead A windmill goes on turning though the bore has long run dry and the fence posts are......Read the rest...

...Hidden away on our lush verdant hills are crumbling houses and derelict mills These ancient buildings are tumbling down, many people ignore them with a frosty frown! If folks jus......Read the rest...

...the end is not so close but I'm still drowning in all ponds of Mars guilty and filthy and walk down the alley of sombre solstice swearing at walls after the heist gone wrong now the everla......Read the rest...