Waxy Poems - Poems about Waxy

...from a waxy leave to so nice dark red flower to ananas comosus ......Read the rest...

...In Spring there’s friendship that’s lasted through the Winter, all those cold nights of salted drops and quilts of snow. The obsidian plague of midnights, melancholic drapes, but all the while the......Read the rest...

...Say My Name I lie here and consider the night sky The stars flickering as clouds go drifting by Time skips Across the fingertips Of God As I drown In a vast desert Of want Can you hear......Read the rest...

... Written: April 08, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Morphing into an appealing landscape, gathered around a table embrace. In the connection of family......Read the rest...

...I dispatched my poem, a suave projectile on a precise trajectory, Through the vast azure, through the unwritten infinity unfolding its mysteries, Do not dare to await me, for my path is a float in ......Read the rest...

...The school bell's chorus wakes a drowsy room, Sunlight spills, a golden, dusty plume. Desks, once dormant, morph to galleons grand, Ready to set sail to each uncharted land. Chalk, a spectral h......Read the rest...

...Beneath a sun, both bright and bold, A scoop of sunshine spun from gold. Creamy vanilla, a child's delight, Melting slow, in the midday's light. Sticky fingers, a sugary chase, Laughter rings ......Read the rest...

... There's been no respite from seasonal cold With endless rainfall full of angry spite Grey skies, enchanted clouds do not unfold It seems as if nature has taken flight. Long wait for s......Read the rest...

...January 13th 2024 - Happy Lxv-th birthday Matthew Scott Harris date of conception:? ~ Late March – mid April 1958. date of parturition: January xiii, mcmlix. date of expiration:? January i, emi......Read the rest...

...Gadgets have twiddle-rings and grabbit-bars, press-its, turn-its, handles, and plugs. Blackouts have candles, torches, Scrabble, cards, Too dark for darts, Watch your hair - it nearly caught fi......Read the rest...

... If a poem was a spell at wizard's dell. Would it say in a state of dual-singularity come to life 3D in bilingualarity "come walk with me"? Wallowing a dance a snake charmer fla......Read the rest...

... hold still … eventide - I am a capricious cad among wraiths waltzing with a mop in a Marrakesh courtyard - catching stars as they drip with waxy and wild wonder into the braids of my maudli......Read the rest...

...The winter was long When the corners of the pages Blackened and curled in and I was in a coma False promises Blank faces Waxy lips Sputtering lucid lies The blood dripped from my hands I loo......Read the rest...

...fog-filmed lax landscapes mercury mixed silver sky --- featherless flies freeze ......Read the rest...

...Flakes, like a lady’s gloves, gently pulled off finger by finger, one by one, laid upon her lap. The lay of land, it’s lap of snowy-white glows in the velvety twilight of Winter’s......Read the rest...