Underdone Poems - Poems about Underdone

...Listening to a poem recited in your head as you read it can become a monotonal drone, lacking verve, color, context and texture. So much better to hear it read aloud to you especially by the au......Read the rest...

...A life spoken of too much locks the museum door behind it. If you write it all down eyeballs will skate over the rambling litter. Many claim to have a book in them one worth telling to all.......Read the rest...

...My man’s veiled message unclear I’ve dallied for four long years Sis, have I ever been Fooled! Turns on the charm on a whim Parades what you saw in him Just a tad so you are Fooled There’s no......Read the rest...

...Playful pony promenade Quietly quizzing querulous quail Respite regulated regimented rabbits Studiously steering sterling striped starlings Tricking trinkets, trunks and tributaries Undervalued,......Read the rest...

...Running on the ocean of life Swimming in the desert of wind Walking on the ramp of feelings I drink the glass of liquid milk from the eyes Youthful winter touches the prenatal chamber The raw ......Read the rest...

...American beauty grass is greener on all sides the power of denial Angela left underdone structure and discipline home......Read the rest...

...Legacy of the Green Monster An odd green monster Resides within the corner Of my kitchen sink – Mouth open, Stomach rumbling, Whispering feed me – feed me now - Ready to receive scr......Read the rest...

...On my walls still drips our night of memories Donning underdone hues of love's shambles Fingers running through through it tastes silent stories I see dense darkness refracted on......Read the rest...

...speak it as it was to be something for a world of people to love and admire. delicious and special. she wanted something that was flavored naturally. we determined that a sweet fruity flavor wou......Read the rest...

... The scent of underdone eggs Reminds me of my mother And how she tried To make my life possible. Something is bringing back The smile on my face again, Something grand is happening I......Read the rest...

...DEAR GOD, why must I see the road blocked-- and make the about-turn? I want to know something-- why must all my dream become oblique and blatantly bare? your generosity stills stands-- wait......Read the rest...

...School was crummy. Classmates mean. Holden Caulfield, aged sixteen dropped out to the New York City scene. There he wandered, Sorrow's Son, overgrown but underdone. Seared by girls, it wasn't fu......Read the rest...