Winding Sheet Poems - Poems about Winding Sheet

...The sun was rising high in the east over the town of Milton creek It was the eighteenth day of December, the start of Christmas week All the store fronts were decorated; it was a colourful sigh......Read the rest...

...Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs, Or else forget the purpose of the night, Forget their tea -- forget their appetite. See with cros......Read the rest...

...What becomes of crazy mixed up kids fifty years on? They become crazy mixed up elderly he-goats. I am in part a Protestant, In part I am a Jew, But then I am a Catholic, on off-days an atheist, ......Read the rest...

...They become crazy mixed up elderly he-goats. I am in part a Protestant, In part I am a Jew, But then I am a Catholic, on off-days an atheist, too. I’m something of a socialist and pay my un......Read the rest...

...In the shadow of this tree, Judas mapped his misery, But saw no finger-post, save one: A beckoning oblivion. So up he climbed, with labored breath, To where he could devise his death. ......Read the rest...

...Is that a moon I see, Flickering its solitary eye down upon me. Casting earth in the light of its mysterious glow. Hurling shimmering rays upon the winter snow. Is this heavenly orb some kind of ......Read the rest...

...Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV Part Two II The first signs reek tell-tale Buffer-to-buffer parking lots choc-a-bloc Long insistent hor......Read the rest...

...fetishized lament echoed from colourfully besmeared winding sheet devouring luminosity become my pivotal infringement vigorous luminosity somethin' s wrong with her transcript -the......Read the rest...

...I wore fear like a winding sheet, leaving behind trails of dead dreams I held hope in my hands and weeping, it slid through my fingers evaporating to naught I undulated to music p......Read the rest...

...Journeys, Translation of Etiemble’s tercets: Voyages by T. Wignesan For André Gâteau (End rhyme scheme: aab, ccd, aab, eed in the original, the first and third terc......Read the rest...

...I’m glad of April rain, Keeping us indoors Inside our rattled window pane While the night storm pours. The rain’s a winding sheet, Shrouding up the night; Inside we drink and talk and eat By......Read the rest...

...Two hundred and three long years have flown Since you swung in Gallows Lane. Now only two rough and mossy stone Memorials remain. And one recounts the sin and shame, The ignominious deat......Read the rest...