Favorite Poems - Poems about Favorite

...Upon the nightstand rests my favorite book, I beckon her to bed to have a look. Anxious anticipation flutters in my chest, As the day's worries and woes, are laid to rest. Tenderly, I tak......Read the rest...

... Have you ever wondered why this road you are on has no cul-de-sac to return you to the beginning or a partial return to only the good parts of your life? Why is that? You’re on it to the bitt......Read the rest...

... Phonetically that’s what my name means in Japanese, I’ve been told. My name has a synonym. My name is in the Bible. Maybe one day, folks will say, “Holy Ben!” My mentor also ......Read the rest...

...This is my favorite place. They have the best musical taste. And more than that- Outside is a cat. They give him a bowl of water. This is my writing fodder. “A Poet’s Crush.” I act in a rush. ......Read the rest...

...I arrive at 789 street, at 5pm. The navi is on, Mr. Suen calls: ,,Got you, you on your way?" ,,yes, I am coming, 20minutes are pouring waste" ,,Nah no waste there, don't be nervous, see you!" ,,......Read the rest...

...I wish i was a map, i could of told you where to go, how to move and where to stop I wish i was a clock, i could of told you When to move ,when to stop and when to hide at night I wish i am the......Read the rest...

...And let your hands slide on the paper, and sometimes forget a grammar or points on the end of sentences. It helps you to let out your thoughts. To let out your words. Yeah they don't know of w......Read the rest...

... When I make my bed, and find you not by my side, I can’t get sleep, I feel alone; You are always on my mind. Awake every night, finding none to share my cup of coffee with, every morni......Read the rest...

...Cut our palms and joined us at the seams Bleeding just to bleed but I felt seen And I still have the scar left to this day You dulled the knife so I’d feel extra pain I remember screaming down......Read the rest...

... At my favorite bar, the one I hate the least. I don’t know the music, drifting out to the streets. I have to sit outside, cause I can’t stand the crowd. Don’t know what they’re saying, the......Read the rest...

...There’s a wood tick in my cellar He be knocking at my door There’s a bunch of them on my tummy wall I count at least twenty-four One is biting my ankle, it is screaming out in pain That is wha......Read the rest...

...* Note My dad passed away today, a little over seven months since my mom passed. After a thirty year estrangement my dad and I reconciled when mom died. I figured I'd write this today, while everythi......Read the rest...

...A happier couple, you could never see. One blessed day, they would be three. They'd enjoy a picnic in a park or beach, Joe and his wife, Molly, a lovely peach. I would say their lives were very......Read the rest...

...Why are you so so harsh? You scream at your sister: ,,Don't try to be someone large!" You remember me of children crying and run away even though their parents are in a rush. You have these green ......Read the rest...

...The full Half of me wants to empty this clip of aggression The empty half of me wants to light a candle that matches the aroma of my favorite snack and genre of movie Looking through the glass of ......Read the rest...