Upturned Poems - Poems about Upturned

...We go gently under the stars, Barefoot whispers on dew-kissed scars Of the sleeping earth. A velvet hush, Only starlight whispers, a gentle crush Of galaxies vast on our upturned gaze. No need......Read the rest...

...I got this new hand soap, called “Frosted Coconut Snowball.” It's the dreamiest scent ever. When I’d unpacked (from Spring break) and had everything in place, I dragged Andy and Leong into my bat......Read the rest...

... I am a garden pansy, a descendent of the family Viola, poet's write praises of me not just these days; but in the days of Spencer and Shakespeare, I am that old, ......Read the rest...

... Struggling With carrying branches to dry for kindling, Cursing the seemingly extra long winter and those who keep bringing it; a shadow drifts over me like a primordial raven, and a rush of......Read the rest...

...the cold wet sea spray fell upon my upturned face heard my own laughter......Read the rest...

... I was just a little girl, when I saw them, The hands that blessed my heart, With kindness, compassion and attention, Hands that sought to protect me, Bless me with their endless g......Read the rest...

... Trompe L'oeil I use to be so sure of my colors But now my vision is jaded Perhaps it is obscured from the THOUSANDS of tears I've shed I taught you the primary colors, RED, YELLOW, and BL......Read the rest...

... isolated leaves— Coffea shrubs reach their stems toward sole-hung sun java shops murmur —misty exhales from hushed mugs loneliness is loud Bean's journey from upturned earth as vast as ......Read the rest...

...Night thunder arrives. Occult spacecraft descend, hurl giant underbellies of sound downward - climactic events galvanize grouting and glass. The next boom is distant, yet lightning streaks acro......Read the rest...

...I see the elderly in the young. I see them carrying home in a string bag, onions, large carrots pale red nub-ends poking through tattered holes. A scarf tied over thinning gray hair. A face b......Read the rest...

... "The Book of Changes" Thoughts arrived before words, 1000s of years before the crossing of curves always seen to be swimming upstream against the current thou......Read the rest...

...My feet are killing me In case nobody knows The chill is real But all I feal Is the pinching of my toes Oh woe O......Read the rest...

...Who give me cold comfort when the Moon rides the pale I see the mice pass the silho and then I praise Schubert who has the courage to change his tune There's a man on a bicycle he has no cho......Read the rest...

...I venture out For the first time in a while And am met by a sight: A Saturday Street Preacher, His altar an upturned crate, Voice amplified by a tinny megaphone. He reads not from the Good ......Read the rest...

...I was first picked up In a cast-off shop in Liverpool; Surrounded by racks of seasoned shirts Bearing names of old soldiers. “Draper” draped on an immature frame In a collage of brown and gre......Read the rest...