Umbrella Poems - Poems about Umbrella

...Inspired by the painting by LS Lowry Man Lying on a Wall. The poem makes the most sense when viewed with the painting. I wasn't believed When I told of what I saw Quite simply A man lyi......Read More

... i am your shield that will stand for you all the time......Read More

...In the midst of the rains in this the season of Discord Trials test and pains I am covered by Umbrella of love In the distance with the dissent restraint Collaborating with the air ......Read More

...Momma, why’d you let me be so sad? Perhaps... I wouldn’t, if you'd stayed together with dad Perhaps then, I would have been, a lot more time’s glad Not having to look for a dad, never had. __......Read More

...people are smiling at the loving couple under the umbrella I am not one of them I saw him two blocks up under this umbrella with a different woman an hour ago I keep my mouth shut Good thing too......Read More

...A spider very elegantly weaves, Betwixt walls or roofs or clandestine eaves; Net-like, silky-spin-like, royal-yarn-like, When torn, weaves from the start again, lifelike...! Who taught this ti......Read More

...Iron umbrella, Woman, your strong umbrella Which  resists strong wind and heavy rains. So safe under this unchecked umbrella You are always proud of this strong umbrella You can lend much ......Read More

...Were we invited here or drafted? I must have signed the guest book with some vow or other. Making good on that oath has taken this long and I am not done yet. This is no place like home it i......Read More

...Thunder and lightning Rain and sleet Puddles to splash in Rainbows in the street Umbrella askew No time to ask why My main concern Is trying to stay dry ......Read More

... Walking through the city streets late at night, The rain soaking me to the bone It's on rainy nights like this when I think of you most It makes me want to come by your home To tell you s......Read More

...Muskrats are making love-play, they are disturbing the water under the wormy bank of the creek. I am not fishing, I am just looking at reflections. I see a swan swallow a cow whole before a......Read More

...A Quiver Sliding Down the Ribs (IFL) On a sunny summer Sunday evening, With the breeze hushed to dead silence, ......Read More

...I'm ashamed to say I was a grumpy pessimist, as some events soured me, Just as some cherries stay sour, although lingering long on the cherry tree. Although grumpy, I was rather happy, and I'd wo......Read More

...The red glow of her eyes seeks truth. The twisted lips of glory has became rude And the hair is the place where I sail But sank after a while. The beauty of her is scaring me, The beauty of her ......Read More

... How I weave fancies around my dream date If time could satisfy some of my whims, I would, like a sprightly fawn, hop and jump Jubilant, jocular, joyous, and juvenile! Between the depa......Read More