Wooden Poems - Poems about Wooden

...#moon in Scorpio... As a result, poesie naturally gravitated toward intimate situations that allowed her free reign to openly express herself. After I gave her psychoanalysis I found her ......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's Saturday night at the old town hall. The Caller’s voice crackles through the loudspeakers: Ladies and Gents, square your sets, Now join h......Read the rest...

... Tim Horton, Tim Janis Kofi Annan, In a scaffold that knots a shoeless You are mincing me on a cutting board, these days In pounds per pounding heart , with knives and bleesed hone You were a f......Read the rest...

... I stood … on a mountain not nearly the highest but the air was clean … seraphic cold, but not bone-chilling keen, that it restore the marrow and course the blood more acutely it sharpened ......Read the rest...

...We press on, bound to yesterday, dragging chains through time’s tight whirlwind, The prisoner is not the one who has erred, but the one haunted by their mistakes. We are all guilty of the great cri......Read the rest...

...As Freshly Laundered Linens Secured By Pins On a Back Yard Clothes Line Airing Out In Daisy Aromatic Breeze Set to Dry Under The Friendly Not too Hot Sun! I Sigh, For this is All In My Mind Sitt......Read the rest...

...Should he justify himself for his revengefulness, which was the outcome of a well-delivered response? How bitter is the farewell to youth... when one is close to scary death! He wished that th......Read the rest...

...The weeping willows Surrounding the lake, With curtain-like branches Sheltering lovers, Are like a shroud Hiding a mystery Only those who ever loved Could truly fathom. The placid water Aw......Read the rest...

...There’s a box lying somewhere. Somewhere in a dusty cupboard. Somewhere behind old paper, older words, and wounds older still. Somewhere no one can find it. I think about it, sometimes. Some......Read the rest...

...We were vacationing in the state of palm trees and seashore in September's mild loveliness. Me, a sexagenarian widow, hobbled by arthritis in my knees. As my family enjoyed the surf, I sat cont......Read the rest...

...wooden spoon worn smooth calloused hands’ enduring tool sleeps in a drawer......Read the rest...

...What scene would I want to find comfort in more than this one, an ordinary morning in the farmhouse kitchen, blue checked curtains swaying, wooden shelves with plates and jars, the radio softly ......Read the rest...

...In a vehicle, once more this month. Though not going as far as the palm trees, my stomach’s lurching left and right. The baby’s alright! He coos from time to time as we weave through lovely soil and ......Read the rest...

...It's a Langston Hughes kind of day filled with dutiful hints of Robert frost within the sudden humor and vague eccentricity of Ernest hemmingway the quiet freedom of Nikki Giovanni with a c......Read the rest...

..."Play the audio is in accord with the dramatic monologue," ... by the Poet The Broadwalk of somewhat life, at a fair distance......Read the rest...