Tunics Poems - Poems about Tunics

...Then the guns roared!! and it was hard to distinguish the Hush from the roaring; the two seemed almost Indistinguishable. Was it the roaring, I wondered, or was it the hush that was The more ......Read the rest...

...I'd love to paint, a picture for you, of images in my head. Of a quirky old town, I'll set the scene, as you rise from a crooked bed. The room you're in, whilst large in size, has rather strange de......Read the rest...

...Some See David J Walker Some see sun Some see none some see the sum of light and countable luminations Some see night and fear As the first creation Falling near Failing fe......Read the rest...

...My grandparents lived on farms – both sides of my family. My mother’s parents and my father’s parents. Overalls and button down shirts with pockets Work boots for grandpas Except my single gran......Read the rest...

...A GLIMPSE OF HERITAGE To Visit the past, is to understand your future. The storm was moving away, the noise no longer pounding, Sky turned blue from dark, thunder abating, hail disappearing, ......Read the rest...

...ESTIMATING NINE MONTHS FROM ESKIMO KISSES TUNDRA tunics tendered, holding hot homeothermic sentient swaddling, stirred with warm waves of cocoa cresting charm, bathed in barome......Read the rest...

...The books they read were of the past, of heroes charging to the last, of native men in native lands defeated by heroic bands of horses, sword and flashing lance, red tunics danced victories da......Read the rest...

...Guv, tell me, not without the reason our Moscow in the fired treason was burnt and left for French. Oh, there were fights I see their splendours so awesome and we have the embers, No wonder Rus......Read the rest...

...Mice, rats, winter day clouds, coats, shawls. Gray pants, tunics, bugles play calls. Horses neigh for action hate stalls. Ride hard brave scout. Paint on iron battleship hulls make rust stay out......Read the rest...

...Out of Trenches (WW1) Out of trenches, we met face to face, A young Soldier, probably about my age. With rifle in hand we quavered, My head, urging me to engage. Our tunics were muddied and da......Read the rest...

...One sunny afternoon, I coiled in the grass, and later wriggled my way through the woods, though scaly and limbless I am, yet uniquely created and outstanding among beasts. My charming rhythmic ......Read the rest...

...Awaking blithe each morning, with eyes upon the World, I wonder, are we mourning with ebon flags unfurled – or are they but a warning, some draped like snakes and curled, stray stars and stripe......Read the rest...

...One two three pea leap. Wow. A slip knot is neither a sleep nor a striped strap. But stealing from an arsenal area is not a wonderful idea is it really? Well come on....is it? Best keep quiet then an......Read the rest...

...Femme Fatale By A Wishing Well (In The Wastelands Of War) Warm as breath on placid skin, Soft as gentle summer rains, Loud as natures angry clouds That gather in ambushed lanes, To confer ......Read the rest...

...Suddenly, two Indian boys throw themselves into the water like meteors swiming towards camp chatty as prarie dogs, they hail from a Teton encampment of 74 lodges a few miles up river most of the m......Read the rest...