Weatherworn Poems - Poems about Weatherworn

...I longed for it like other men; I sought some sages, now and then. They did somehow enlighten me, But still I did not find the key. I tried to search in all the books-- In mountains, dales, ......Read the rest...

...Waves pummeled her bow, causing the schooner to rock as a tempest wind heaved its feral breath into her sails. The crewmen were steadfast, but had the right to balk at warring against the strength......Read the rest...

...A strike of a match would briefly carve His weatherworn features From the darkness full of his words Echoes from history of an exorbitant life A face full of history and mystery That still lin......Read the rest...

..."Crumbling is not an instant act..." Emily Dickinson Why do we find old buildings beautiful, books, whose pages are crumbling to dust; weatherworn wooden doors once dutif......Read the rest...

... Mossy vines camouflage decaying headstone Thus hidden and fallen into disrepair Foliage ever swallow so it cowers Deeply weatherworn lettering embraced there Threads of pier......Read the rest...

...Mine mortal flesh can finally escape... Though mentally, physically, and spiritually healthy... meth hood dolled logy hoop fully, ideally, joyfully... unannounced twill be mine death without......Read the rest...

...Deep at heart Tim is a dreamer and longs for 'that' dream And still and in certain arrest he is a child of gone times His parents Hans and Ida had told him in misleading terms ‘You......Read the rest...

...He/I/they/all/we/none knowing sit/sats he/she thoughts he/she witnessed he/she held a behold as to what the hell a corporeal ring of things once unbeknowinest to him/her was about,: thought provoking......Read the rest...

...Mossy vines served as camouflage for a decaying headstone No family members left to maintain is known Thus hidden and fallen into disrepair Deeply weatherworn and embraced there This marker sets ......Read the rest...

...Dame’s Rockets grow atop her grave: Pinks, whites and purples flourish here in this cemetery enclave where no one has visit in years. Her oblique, weatherworn headstone stands aside a ne......Read the rest...

...Three Aussie cowboys set out one morn With old rugged faces weatherworn As they made their way through the Outback A croc sat watch, prepared to attack When riders neared his nest by the stream......Read the rest...