Wetly Poems - Poems about Wetly

...Bending close so I can hear bringing darkness all too near it whispers wetly in my ear this clammy thing we call fear. ......Read the rest...

...Traffic is slow. In the drizzle the holiday crowd complain and grizzle. Magpies and currawongs are carolling. The morning is silvery now. A heavy sky bends down, dropping diamonds wetly o......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...

...South West monsoon starts early Our village gets more rainfall Oh , the streets are full of lovely puddles ......Read the rest...

...Politely stood with feet together and socks not up resigned and ready the boy awaits as towards him sails coos and quivers powered cheeks and bright red lips gently lifted and tightly ......Read the rest...

...It rained for 3 days, drenching torrents plunged down as if a dam had breached. There was some local flooding but by and large only minor damage a lot of litter and flotsam though ‘sky wreckage......Read the rest...

...Millions of cells in the body temple. Thousands of cells rupture every day, fall way; tear-drop ghosts spill and puddle wetly. They all must be reincarnated as the same God.......Read the rest...

...To search for the angelic chord that describes the melodic sound of your voice expressing the music in your eyes To seek your unique persona in your Angelica Jolie smile displaying the fulln......Read the rest...

...Eroding names on long-faced headstones, a small graveyard marooned on a patch of past; long rooted and confined while beside it 2022 blares unseeing past the forgotten lot. An old-fangled Ameri......Read the rest...

...It’s a kind of habituation,? it’s a kind of a life? you walk in it, over it? through it.? ? What you see or don’t see? is still all there,? coming through from the past.? The future also come......Read the rest...

...A knock, knock from the shadow box rattles raw-boned words that collapse and flail in another scribbled knot that snags in straining throat and slackened mouth. I have lost my train crash of th......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,......Read the rest...

...I loved my job as a botanist, which took me to many foreign lands, Like the golden sun rises smiling, to meet all our natural demands. I was always marked for this work, ever since I was a small ......Read the rest...

...what is it, pretending to be one of the monsters that creep, roaring through life, keeping a secret self, safe down and deep. all others will see, scaled armor and sin, (it's all I'll ever le......Read the rest...

...Wings in puddles. There must have been a leak, and in the sky nothing fly’s but a crippled gale, it limps now, yet howls still from the far side of lost town. Wind-drones moan in bare trees ......Read the rest...