Verge Poems - Poems about Verge

...Being loved will help but not something that's fake and will break. I'm not sorry to say I'm here to stay. Some people may never love it like you but it's their loss. Falling from grace just like a s......Read More

... Up on our old tar roof, I watched Friday night football Bright lights off the stadium would shine past me. I could hear everything and nothing at the same time Score: 20-21, hurrahs, screams......Read More

...Pink, gold and purple at the verge of baby blue Soft, twilight birdsong Flickering fascination in the glow of green fireflies Weary day gives way to cool night's diamonds and pearls and perv......Read More

...There was a monster straring back. Eyes tired and dark circles hanging. On the verge of a panic attack Trying not to sway while standing. It looked lifeless, almost like it had died and resurre......Read More

..."The Eternal Word" Always on the verge Of Christmas/ Heaven Contemplations merge From Eternal Father-- "Timelessly shining" To our souls-- Divinely "Be Mine!"-ing Bef......Read More

... I drew this sad pencil drawing when I was feeling down It's the way I picture myself, the vision of a gloomy clown Messy hair, bulbous nose, my mouth sketched in a frown My tears on the verge of......Read More

... When the wind blows cold a brittle crust is left behind on the wound that never heals ......Read More

... Across an azure sky i trailed lonely as clouds Lost and broken you unlocked my handcuffs you are the love,you are the lover In the ambiguity of reverberence and sonority my soul was a......Read More

... MY LOVE On the verge of love in our secret world;lips to lips, sealed,hearts in passion, pound, ardour's whispers sound; our needs unchain desire,pleasure's fever fans a fire,each flame thr......Read More

... By verge of dusk, where clear perceptions wane and clouds of sallow recollections dwell, hang viral vines where memories remain that drift about this dense primeval veil. My wounded soul ......Read More

...I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub whereby the missus didst potchke created whirling dervish hubbub after enjoying repast, (fit for a tarnished king), yours truly a......Read More

...Walking down a country road... Each step a move toward serenity In waves of light, promising Joy that laughs through the gravely Inspiration, the sensations Brought to life in the heart of tho......Read More

...This is a story about Freddie and Flo, They lived in Baltimore a long time ago. It might be called a May-September romance And shows how love can blossom if it's given a chance. Flo taught Sunday......Read More

...*Recently I had an eye retina issue with 1st experience of floaters and flashes in my eye. If you haven't experienced it, on the verge of retina detachment, these are examples: Monoku: 1 Is......Read More

...A door made from the haphazard weaving of wood, rust, and ivy. Smudged newspapers flap wings in a heaving wind. Dead birds emerge from wet print. Once full condoms spilled now to feed the mout......Read More