Wreath Poems - Poems about Wreath

...In the secretive corners of the soul, Where you are guided by the whispers of loss, There hides the seed of poetry — A precious stone born from the unseen pressure of pain. An ancient ritual in a......Read the rest...

...Figuratively speaking there is no departure from the physical craze of overturning abstinence, within the conscious act of drinking everything down In remarks toward gluttony ane ambitious strides to......Read the rest...

...Feeling tired and walking slowly humming, I reach home to get a restful night; it's dawn, it's the gloomiest twilight in the smallest town cats are startled by me and start running! I could cra......Read the rest...

... Finally my blood began to coagulate, and stopped to seep out of the slashed heart, lacerated in the tempest of turmoil by the sharp shards of your refutation. In the memory meadow I found a......Read the rest...

...Yelling “ha ha ha!” Christmas mouse jumped out of the holly. Lit by a streetlight that is hidden in a wreath with an elf so jolly. The elf shook her head around and whispered “my name is Molly.” T......Read the rest...

..."Don't let anyone deceive you for that [day of the Lord] will not come unless the man of lawlessness [the rider on the white horse] is revealed, the man doomed to destruction." 2 Thessalonians 2:3......Read the rest...

...Don’t insult me by leaving flowers when I’m cold, Wrapped in earth unlived and old, Something I can’t smell or hold, Might as well be crates of gold, Just leave the flowers in the shop! Don’t......Read the rest...

...Will read my poems next Tuesday at One and on Saturday at 1100. when book love to read great eyesight will always need wife has planted seed when she bought a book for hours would look and......Read the rest...

...I used to have cheese as a slice Boring , but it still tasted nice Then in Christmas 23 I had a present bought for me What a marvel, what a sight Greeted my eyes that Christmas night For ......Read the rest...

... When the seaside sepulchre of a kingdom, without its queen, is smeared with screams of lighting, I wish to crackle these slivers of silver shakle, and devour that consoling ......Read the rest...

... Nature changes her gown to gossamer chiffon pastels to welcome spring. Daisy wreath in her hair when finch and robins sing. Nature changes her gown. A bright yellow sundress. ......Read the rest...

...Under your cloak of stars, the restlessness is soothed, A wave of gentle enchantment caresses my quivering soul, Whenever your shadow flees from sight, I enwrap you in secrets, I lock in my canvas......Read the rest...

... "Inside the Winter Wild" Inside the Wild, Winter races towards Time like a runnaway train it’s shadowy and dark, yet, inside Winter, the wild keeps wit......Read the rest...

...Today I'll build myself a wreath I'll buy the floral tape I'll hunt for pines and mistletoe I'll bend them into shape Today I'll play a Christmas song I'll find the merry tune I'll sing for j......Read the rest...

...Gloriously luxuriating in eternal sleep Forlorn; bereft of golden (slippered) opportunities I weep; Three score and four years replete with mailer daemons, hence mindset adrip with self denou......Read the rest...