Wended Poems - Poems about Wended

...It's a long time ago that I flew high and thought that’s like a carrion crow flying over a deserted plateau could bring its prey so much woe. Once I had a rose, a ruby rose, someone stole it......Read the rest...

...Perhaps I had fallen asleep Like Rip Van Winkle And had pleasant dreams. Who knows? All I know I woke one day In an earthly paradise. As I exited my room, onto the balcony, I saw an awes......Read the rest...

...Mountains with vibrant floras Led down to fruit laden orchards In the verdant vales below. I heard her then, a syrupy song Of tender love and feats of old. I stood beneath an apple tree As her ......Read the rest...

...She felt old and tired, Womb heavy with child. Around, the stately cypress trees Stood guard, protecting the dead, And one especially That lay peacefully in its tomb. Wind softly soughed And m......Read the rest...

...As long its walk, moist o'erhangs This way, that, joint-wended; As long, you, chill-wetted through Have, of it, re-stated: "I doubt this late winter day Of dullness, redeemably In a brightnes......Read the rest...

...Anxious Kate could never be late Up at 3:30 she began to worry Got to work two hours early sat around growing surly Kate's morning dragged on with many a yawn By lunch break ......Read the rest...

...After winning a sweepstakes, I determined to go on a lengthy trip; And I wanted to tour the mainland, after I had disembarked the ship. The countryside was quite beautiful, and had myriad charmin......Read the rest...

...Into the woods on a bright summers day With a basket of food for her Grandma But before she arrived she would pick a bouquet A gift for her Grandma on this her birthday She noticed the gamekeep......Read the rest...

...Skipping along with three friends by her side Anticipation was high. Whirling tornadoes had long disappeared; Not a dark cloud in the sky. Yellow as daffodils was the brick road, Yellow the ri......Read the rest...

...How I loved spending a week of the summer holidays with my grandparents. Gramps would come and pick me up in his old pick- up truck, dad would bundle my suitcase into the back and I’d be on my way. G......Read the rest...

...“And the stars falling cold, And the smell of hay in the snow, and the far owl Warning among the folds, and the frozen hold Flocked with the sheep white smoke of the farm house cowl I......Read the rest...

...My foor peet were baking bo sadly. Irk wended, and home I glushed radly. I clopped down on the fouch. I was such a green mouch, just snapping at mamily fadly! I shopped after favin......Read the rest...

...CALL ME THE BLACK GOLD OR THE HANDSOME DEVIL How did you find me, my undeterred and awesomely daring love? When I flew away into time years ago like a dove. And you sat upon the cold rocks of a lo......Read the rest...

...(Re: Old Poems) Far away on the moor, wind creeps quiet: When the golden rays fade and the day's gone; From a nook rustling in the woods of night, Cries a whippoorwill ever and ......Read the rest...

...The strong gust of wind was cut off from its source; a frigid early spring blast that swept across a lofty mountain range, high above British Columbia. It then encircled one of the lesser peaks an......Read the rest...