Tags 
Life
 |
Success is a strange definition:A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierSuccess is a strange definition:Larger in the mind of an onlooker -Smaller in the hands of a heritor -In truth - without a measurement.It can be exagg.. |
|
The wind hears many secretsA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierThe wind hears many secretsAs he blows at his election.Only a hearer at best -He mulls them over and againBut doesn’t repeat or think aloudFor t.. |
|
I’m envious of the cloudsA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierI’m envious of the clouds That float happily in the sun -Changing into colorful shrouds - Lumping from many into one.Their most compatible frien.. |
|
Some people - unpopular in stature -A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierSome people - unpopular in stature - Slip away into death unnoticedSofter than a falling feather That little earns a second glanceBut the good deeds o.. |
|
Weary day surrenders to night;A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierWeary day surrenders to night; She wears a pleasant countenance.Echoes of traffic hush the strife Of a long day; a moment of silenceMakes still even t.. |
|
Low dust clouds bristledA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierLow dust clouds bristled In the sky but I did not see;A lone grackle whistled A warning I did not perceive.The world would not cease turning In its cr.. |
|
Tell me something more -A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierTell me something more -Something about yourselfI’ve never heard beforeLazily. It’ll helpPass an afternoonAs hot as thisFor August is afoo.. |
|
Death, to me, is a stranger;A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierDeath, to me, is a stranger; I know not his whereabouts.I’ve seen him but haven’t heard - I know of him but we’ve not met.He spoke a.. |
|
An inhospitable truth I haveA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierAn inhospitable truth I have To carry throughout my lifeThat must stay buried in my heart - What a terrible truth!It dances on my tongue When I feel s.. |
|
My spirit cannot be bridledA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierMy spirit cannot be bridled For it is as wild as fire -As innocent as a child And in secrecy, has desires.My body cannot contain it - No, because of h.. |
|
City lights, city lights -A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierCity lights, city lights -Look at all the city lights!Some are red, some are blue -Some light up a roof -Such are our summer nights.A therapeutic wind.. |
|
A dream is a butterflyA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierA dream is a butterflyFresh from the cocoonThat is realized and soonFlutters up into the skyOr faltering, goes astrayIs suddenly killedWhile young sti.. |
|
Opens Like HeartA Poem by Satish VermaOpens Like Heart |
 |
Love Turned Lusty.A Poem by MaximusChains Unbroken, Passion ignites. |
|
Time Stops MeA Poem by Satish VermaTime Stops Me |
|
Venetian DreamsA Poem by Panhead Rod...Winter time is almost here...Yet, today...the skies are clear.As the morning sun does rise,gusts now blow to leave's demise.Could not sleep, felt u.. |
|
Be AloneA Poem by Satish VermaBe Alone |
 |
WastelandA Poem by GhoulWe lack so much. Nothing is here anymore. No tunes nor melodies to bring orderly peace. An empty wasteland where the trees have died and the vultures .. |
|
PerhapsA Poem by Panhead RodA reflection of what aging can do to a person. |
 |
Jesus In Me...A Poem by MaximusThe Healer Inside You. |
first
prev
Share This