Withered Poems - Poems about Withered

...Fukuda Chiyo-ni Haiku Fukuda Chiyo-ni (1703-1775) was a celebrated Japanese poet and painter of the Edo period, also known as Kaga no Chiyo. Because morning glories held my well-bucket hostage......Read the rest...

...In the days that gradually thin, sprinkled with the last strands of sand, Evening descends upon my old and warm soul, Bony and stiff fingers, yearning for the warmth of the waning summer, As the a......Read the rest...

...Vulnerable The only flower blooms in a feild of withered weeds. The wind howls a strong,violent breeze. A single drop of water drips on the desert sand. So lost and alone, just like I am. N......Read the rest...

...Oh, land of yearning, soil of the pandemic, Across your bereaved fields, a lone wanderer carries His tattered garment of helplessness, In his steps echoes the cry of the land that cannot comprehen......Read the rest...

...Taped to the door’s plexiglass pane, a portrait Of a Savior with ardent heart burning Sunlight invades with the turning of hinges Untethering the hospitality of Tony, the lone waiter His Brazilia......Read the rest...

... Written: April 25, 2024 For Edward Ibeh Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Young souls stalked by predators at night, They aim to inflict chaos upon an elfin si......Read the rest...

...Time has wrinkled our weeping faces, never withered any of the embraces; oh, how delightful is to walk again down the path of youth and not fear whatever fate brings upon us: joy or pain... not......Read the rest...

...“Forget the injuries, never forget kindness” ~ Confucious To the faceless names I’ve phased, forgive the silent sunsets, frozen in time, and remember thin cinnamon skylines, how ink c......Read the rest...

... I picked posies as I walked on by, removing my red hair ribbon to tie. My life is sometimes tranquility ... By morning the flowers had withered, I felt a sadness deep within my soul. ......Read the rest...

...leaves withered and grew as the old man sat, in his wooden rocking chair gently swaying, waiting for the day to come, people come to chat and sit, while he spoke of a better day to come, ......Read the rest...

... Rummaging in my attic- found in a withered white box; one each for the three of them- my son's and two daughter's births. Small treasures, hidden for years discovered as ......Read the rest...

...I saw God Over a shattered mirror Fragments of my mind Echoes of spoken promises I saw God again In the depths of the pool Crystal clear,ocean blue Bubbles of the swimming pool I did no......Read the rest...

...Cowpoke by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16 Sleep, old man... your day has long since passed. The endless plains, cool midnight rains and changeless ragged cows alone remain of what once was.......Read the rest...

...The Age of Man We carried on The age of man Till moon of tin bore An electric sun And all machines Shone bright and clean Keeping silent But wanting more Till the purpose mind Did lo......Read the rest...

...The throne of the crow Dominates their subjects below Scanning each plot of sow For the murders they can overthrow. The two withered branches from the tallest trees Seat the crow and its eyes ......Read the rest...