Waifs Poems - Poems about Waifs

... * My take on the theme of my contest. Just for fun. A canopy of silvery stars speckle the ebon expanse above me, at once beautiful but at the same time, taunting. For if these jewels in space w......Read the rest...

..."Sometimes things only become clear when we are old enough to grasp what the universe is trying to tell us." ~~The Poet~~ Had it been labelled charity? Gazing at that star of clarity. Watc......Read the rest...

...Oh, so bluest the sky doth shine A hint of the new season’s ploy, Sweet November a springtime shrine Grains of golden sands of pure joy. Towards December’s hottest sun Where the dust is stirre......Read the rest...

...So strange this land, old and yet young. Where is this place of tall green trees, and grey-haired men in unknown tongue? they must have traveled summer's breeze. Adobe brick quonset "chalets" ......Read the rest...

...The children sang “This Little Light of Mine, Hide it under a bushel, NO! I’m gonna let it shine Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine!” My heart was touched by their sincerity, ......Read the rest...

...when war approaches, miles away it scuttles sideways like a crab or creeps slowly, slowly and slowly like a reptile, with holocaust claws; a quick eye sees, a smart heart reads, at dista......Read the rest...

...New Mexico bears the burdens of its once-sleepy past-- when awakened to join the current century at last. To give birth to the fledgling Atomic Age It still wears the perfume of fusion and sage. ......Read the rest...

...Wild sea cry tsunami wave of sorrow in response to the harrowing exit of a human lantern who cast spells on ghetto street waifs homeward bound in her wings Date submitted : 3rd Januar......Read the rest...

...As the crickets fiddled in the tall dark grass and the bats swept through the sky, I sat in front of my chiminea, feeding the flames dead twigs and dried leaves. Cross-legged in my beach......Read the rest...

...The clouds like to hang low over the mountains to fill up with rain. The air gets warm and thick. Whitish mist meanders through the hollers in the early morning like the ghosts of fallen Cherokee bra......Read the rest...

...Relatives hanging out of every orifice, window, ledge, and lawn chair Hands out, the two starving children beg as people walk by, ignoring them. In Great-grandma McCormick’s teeny tiny farm house, ......Read the rest...

...spring breeze on back deck hair dryer ----- morning walk on side street twisted ankle ---- sunny morning in neighborhood coffee waifs......Read the rest...

...The eve of darkness they come out to play creepy crawly with our senses. The street wise, the waifs, the tiny cherubs all blend together to form a society of sorts that is out of step with time; ......Read the rest...

...The scent of musty, truly ancient fine books, Waifs seductively behind the impossible doors, As they swing wide, out into L.A.’s balmy air, I enter, a shiver, over what lies therefore. There t......Read the rest...

...I got to know her on Pacific Crest Trail's ridge It was a water shed transition in my life. With best friend Kim, my wife to be (or not to be) , Georgia and Kim already three weeks from trail hea......Read the rest...