Lean Poems - Poems about Lean

...There's a fly in the room and it sat on my screen, looking perfectly placed until I jolted So I'm making a cup of tea, as a squirrel dashes along the back fence Two birds fly off conspiratorially ......Read the rest...

...A longing feeling fills my heart I lean over to my love who lay cuddled up in the grass next to me This is very new, as I never believed I should feel this level of happiness He has taught me the ......Read the rest...

...Friendships, wordy scripts, cameras, microphones and venue blips. Call security, no need to be shirty, let's go again.. scene five, take thirty. Action. Cut. Time for tea. The bar is closed but coffe......Read the rest...

... Holding onto a rail. I lean over to see my reflection mirrored in the water and small fish swimming in the camouflage of me. I muse whether they are feeding on my thoughts, nibbling on th......Read the rest...

...Pastor with spiritual might Doesn’t take God’s word light Hardcore weights support from a gym Wants to keep in shape Not looking like an Ape Preaching conditional to fulfill Holy Spirit power a......Read the rest...

...A waddle and a cluck is all I seem to amount to The years soaring through the sky without a true destination in sight I'm lost but also found as I am a free bird, one of my own destiny As I find a......Read the rest...

...the ladder is metallic a shiny gun metal blue light weight and telescopic 14ft tall or nearest the sod as high or as low as i like it i will displace myself upon it i can lean it where and......Read the rest...

...Presence on the road Headlight in observe Destinations serve Skillful hands of the Greyhound Bus Driver Stretched out Hound dog trademark Voice of the rolling maneuvering wheels Onward and prec......Read the rest...

...The weeds have sheathed the garden from its care as more nails than wood appear of a house lacking adjectives. A sun liberated from scathing entrapment amongst an overburdened forest whose boughs are......Read the rest...

... I’m a poet who was made not born Molded by God through people, my inspiration I became a poet so I can stand on my own With God’s love and strength Through my creative expression. Poetry is......Read the rest...

...Why is it that a garbage bag when full and being “put out” will always lean in exactly the opposite direction to the one you’re aiming for no matter how you position that bag before putting......Read the rest...

...More time, sand swirl back to the sky; Ease the old pantomime who always seems to cry, longing to taste their prime; Rotate the hands back to the start; A path ordained by fate, you can’......Read the rest...

...Through what alleged transgression stand I now accused? Is there guilt to be found in a drowning man who by exchanging all he has ever held gains the salvation of but one more breath? If guil......Read the rest...

...For I have to choose A hopeful new beginning Or love on the cruise That I have to give in. I have loved without hope Left shattered, unable to cope. A rose at a time I'm offered Like pe......Read the rest...

...If only you knew How, like a wallflower, I have wished for you. Too shy to lift my eyes to yours. Your wrists. Your shoulder. I lean on you to steady me, Wobbling above, I wish we were in lo......Read the rest...