Turn To Poems - Poems about Turn To

...Little Girl swings in the air, legs pumping, wind in hair the closest to flight she’ll ever be. freedom and fairytales whisper in her ears, telling her with each swing, she’ll be closer to the cl......Read the rest...

...In the shadow of the system, I withdraw in silence, Watching as the sky effortlessly weaves the white of clouds. To the vast game of the world, I do not bow but smile faintly, Let the masks fall t......Read the rest...

...Like the king of Cordoba’s treasury Reflected in a robber’s eye A laden dish of memory Spills into the summer night From a moving carriage window A flaming garter flies With whoops an......Read the rest...

...What is the feeling of being alone? Alongside with guilt Without anyone but a stone With your name engraved on it Death is like a torture With no hesitation There is uncertainty If it's all......Read the rest...

...In those days we had to make do and mend. Milk bottles we would rinse out and return. Kellogg’s cartons we collect for children to cut and paste and learn creative art. Rinsed food cans collected......Read the rest...

...You're my bestfriend and you passed away, I feel saudade. But our friendship will never fade. A part of me die when you departed. But our memories still live, since we've parted. If I can turn......Read the rest...

...Please don’t leave me hanging like that that, I hate to be in suspense, you piqued my curiosity and it’s so intense. Artfully teasing you know how to play, always one step ahead, leaving me dizzy an......Read the rest...

...I like leftovers, especially when it comes to soup. Brought back by popular demand. They say that soup is better after it sits for a few days. Stewing in its juices, mixing time with truths. ......Read the rest...

...I like my soup hot, fresh, cold but bone broth is the basis for what makes soup, soup. Not stones. Stones have no nutritional value. Throw me a bone and I’ll put in my soup. All alone. By itself,......Read the rest...

...Quote:"In a world where thrushes sing and willow trees are golden in the spring, boredom should have been included among the seven deadly sins." Elizabeth Goudge In the depths of my soul, I striv......Read the rest...

...Can we not show some love for Planet Earth for it is suffering from our brutal way? From it we plunder everything of worth as our numbers grow more and more each day. We turn resources to polluti......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the grand ballroom of existence, we sway to time's gentle cadence, each step a moment, a fleeting chance, to embrace ......Read the rest...

... Spring When spring sunshine sprinkles its hues new born, Crimson colours do shed, the remote hill......Read the rest...

...Trust in the Lord with all of your heart and lean not to your own understanding; in all of your ways acknowledge him and he will direct your paths. Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord......Read the rest...

...Sabali Listen in, The Solomonic thoughts of revolutionary minds strike like lightning in the rain, and prophetic missives pour from my spirit like Yah‘s word hit a vein. and I pray that when I ......Read the rest...