Vignette Poems - Poems about Vignette

...In his dressing-gown pyjamas underneath slippers gently slapping he traverses his bedroom floor covering the space between his bed and the closet the closet and his bed in measured, purposeful......Read the rest...

...a maiden from Nazareth fully human,never divine in a stable did confine brought forth a child- human,Jesus,saviour..mine......Read the rest...

...Font Din Black so u real??? Warning! The following choppy, batty, dopey: elegy = flaky, goofy, history: iffy, jumpy, kooky: loopy, matty, nappy, nippy, sketchy material prone to find the r......Read the rest...

...Tribute vignette A well travelled lass named Adelaide Innovative and never staid, Unmarried,single but no old maid- A short life,latterly full of pain, Her epitaph,the American cinquain. in......Read the rest...

...It's dark, the house feels much bigger as I run from room to room repeatedly thinking I've missed her. That she is there... "Mammy! Mammy!" I shout until my throat is sore. No answer. The kind of sil......Read the rest...

...In Canada, the First Indigenous Communities sadly watched as the ground penetrating high-tech equipment searched and found the unmarked graves of residential school children. These children were t......Read the rest...

...In the recognition ceremony during the Special School’s commencement exercises, I was ecstatic while witnessing my child jubilantly flashing his double thumbs’ up trademark gesture. He was screaming......Read the rest...

...My wife and I enter a restaurant across the street from the airport, our kids in tow. There is quite a crowd with little room to maneuver. Our name goes on the waitlist. Ugh. Carol and I are takin......Read the rest...

...I released my breath and reminded myself that this too shall pass. I didn't realise it would be this painful. Tears filled my eyes as yet another contraction racked my body. It came at regular int......Read the rest...

...Juveniles are likely the ones to do something stupid when the police are in pursuit. Climbing on railcars, parked where the lumber yard and stockyards are served, on a late spring evening as a self-i......Read the rest...

...‘What would you like from the shop? Anything since it's New Year's Eve,’ asked Nanna. ‘A Toffee Crisp and some pickled onion Monster Munch,’ I answered, but got a chocolate bar that wasn't a Toffee ......Read the rest...

...Like a slow-moving westbound wagon train in 1887, filled with brave souls departing a land of nightmares; or like a 13-year-old in no-man's-land looking at 18 and wishing he could push a button ca......Read the rest...

...One day when I was sitting by a bubbling brook a nostalgic scene of my childhood time flashed in the visage of my mind. I saw the sparkling stream that bedecked our house with an ornate garland, glid......Read the rest...

...The caller was a detective. His words were that our baby was found alive and well. He said to meet him as soon as possible. Wishing each tree and house we drove past would be the last. Yearning to g......Read the rest...

...Leaking through the worn, gray boards, like a trickle from a dream. Where gentle thoughts raised prayers through the loft, tiers spilled out tears, remembering the quiet moments before. Yesterday, wh......Read the rest...