Wight Poems - Poems about Wight

... Looking back on my younger days and in that summer haze you were the pearl my girl in my oyster the whole wide world so many memories of you me and how we used to be but of photograph......

Continue reading...

...Famous pet doctor, James Alfred Wight Who, at 50 years of age, began to professionally write Taking "James Herriot" as his pen name Bought from a goalkeeper at a football game Couldn't publish ......

Continue reading...

...Never again to know fresh air, Combing worms from my matted hair. No one remains who’d ever care — Tied to my grave, this lonesome baire. I must escape the sun’s harsh glare, Tread carefully dow......

Continue reading...

...Shelley wove us a tale of a monster more a man A fleshy beast without, a broken heart within Created in hubris and sin Stitched together and broken Again and again. Frayed and tattered Unrave......

Continue reading...

...mite night wight fight lite bite right tight......

Continue reading...

...And late at hour, by rippling roar Of waters lapping 'neath the tor, A figure bathed in lunar light Who smiled and turned upon my sight. And beating wings above the wight, The somber creatures o......

Continue reading...

...JUDY… Judy was a German Shepherd from my newborn days I’ve seen some pictures, black and white; she had a friendly gaze I wish I could remember her as I sit here and write Alas I just have photog......

Continue reading...

...Haunted towers and fallen houses, Tell tales with bricks and mortars: Of scions spun by sprouts of spouses, Slogging limbs for quarters. Each day is spent in catalepsy, Metabolized days in sec......

Continue reading...

...As I look into the vast ocean of wight, here in the shadows of wont right, left amongst the myriad mellifluously, will you still hold a monstera like me? To be this maiden fair — to care about ......

Continue reading...

.... I saw her's at the distance I tried the whistle It flew out like tweety bird's caught by sylvester f......

Continue reading...

...You don’t have to pitch a tent Nor build a house to stay When thousands of us wander desperate Without a home or place to rest, You own a house with a magic door, That opens at will ......

Continue reading...

...What if the winter crawls too slow toward a melting Spring, what if the willow be buried alive under the wight of a weeping sky? A long deep sigh fills the land, with the whites of numbed eyes......

Continue reading...

.... wight before my magical eyne hern drawn to mine ......

Continue reading...

...Nostalgia makes me feel wight, he makes me fright. I have tried to seek help of his, but he just sets me free. I have frowned, I have fought, but he didn't try to give it a thought. I ha......

Continue reading...

...Written: October 12, 2023 Cinquain Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress ______________________________________________________ Guile gust I grasp your gas......

Continue reading...