Weaning Poems - Poems about Weaning

...Nothing Two o'clock this Wednesday afternoon protected by tall walls, but I have to go inside the sun is too hot It is about getting a deep, lasting tan my vanity has no limit gave me skin can......Read the rest...

...Once upon a time; hard to tell which piece. Somewhere between reality and myth, lies forge an identity lost on peace. Keen bellows; hammer strikes unveil the Smith. Akin; that prince slyly see......Read the rest...

...she spoke to no one after he died, words no longer had any meaning, friends and relatives she had world wide, her intense love needed weaning, she smiled at a rose and thought of him, then blew ......Read the rest...

...For there is no need to be afraid of the wandering lover There is no need to take cover For he can stop the rain For he will be like morphine to the brain Each of his movements shall be li......Read the rest...

...There is beauty in your absence     there is greatness in your silence there is pain in your wishes      In your innards, there are dreams Poetry and you are synonymous     I am synonymous......Read the rest...

...What defines us awes us What sums up in this unending sojourn that we call life Each offering different taste to us, depending on the façade that’s dominant In this multifaceted itinerary, the val......Read the rest...

...Laughing more than necessary And beginning from Beginning, Jane about Joan and accessory: "She'd looked like one a game winning, Her blouse ungodly and real scary; To even far - off eyes lots me......Read the rest...

...Laughing more than necessary And beginning from Beginning, Jane about Joan and accessory: "She'd looked like one a game winning, Her blouse ungodly and real scary; To even far - off eyes lots me......Read the rest...

...Quitting coffee and should it kill me Want to say that it's been fun Sidled up to this specific teat Not long after my first weaning done My body trying to clue me in As I clung to my drug o......Read the rest...

...Before you merry in the holidays in all ways commercial Remember we commemorate God's Love impartial Loud and riotous hedonism on every wasteful spree Is one bond from which ye must be set free F......Read the rest...

...When I think of poetry I think of a child manipulating his first steps, the wobbly nature of his strides~that confused, meandering toddle, and then trip and fall – the dear first efforts of us ......Read the rest...

...Poetry is not the manipulation of lyrics, as the mechanic tunes to sound using ears – but, deeper yet, vital articulations, the spirit manifesting its vibrations (essence-forms) onto paper, fo......Read the rest...

...' The gods' spake to all who had 'wide' ears... but all they heard was Apollo's muse....' How leavened my soul to search, wooly and wild to the waxxen wind, how swift my wi......Read the rest...

...Which pair of shorts to wear today What color T-shirt best romps around and plays Should I sleep in 'til eight, eight-thirty, or nine How about 9:30, Central Daylight Time... Hmm. It's ten......Read the rest...

...Who is or was Eleanor Rigby ? Jerry T Curtis Poetry Contest 27 August 2019 Eleanor Rigby Lost her 1st Born Son and Husband To World War 2 She then dedicated her life to the Church O......Read the rest...