Ringing Poems - Poems about Ringing

...From the time that he’s awake, his little fingers start to quake. Posting lies to suit his needs, planning out his dirty deeds. Finally, charged for his crimes, as former cronies dropped more ......Read the rest...

...Sitting in the sun room At a nearby hotel Reading a new book All was going well Ringing, the phone danced I had an incoming call “Who is this?” I wondered And answered it I chanced ......Read the rest...

...For Us Like divine visions, they dance and bouquets of roses are tossed over their feet… No matter what they say, it consummates as poetry and chills might run the spine… ......Read the rest...

...Sand scrapes my skin as I wake, Warm water around my shoulders break, Spluttering, I shake my head and open my eyes, Palms and dunes to my surprise. Shock constricts my body as I cannot regist......Read the rest...

...Arrival’s random, comets come ringing their bell; The neighbours of stars.......Read the rest...

...Maybe I was too terse with my replies, But that was the way I was made. I have no fervour to apologise. Maybe I should have dated you so much more, Heck, could a leopard change i......Read the rest...

...Devilish life, oh what does this notion? Hmm, maybe evil life, or a diabolical life of bad human I am this human, but no one thinks me a dark figure, because my style is great and my aura is bright ......Read the rest...

...Listen to the birds Singing and the bells ringing One Sunday morning.......Read the rest...

...I asked the dog what he thought of my singing He had other engagements, had heard the phone ringing I was quite perturbed maybe the song wasn't the one So I suggested I be Kiki Dee and he Elton ......Read the rest...

...My childhood was meant for innocent adventures, Climbing trees and chasing dreams, not living traumatic ventures. But you stole that blissful promise with your heinous deeds, Planting seeds of......Read the rest...

...My childhood was meant for innocent adventures, Climbing trees and chasing dreams, not living traumatic ventures. But you stole that blissful promise with your heinous deeds, Planting seeds of......Read the rest...

...The Raven and the Bard -Daniel Henry Rodgers The Raven's quill drips shades of blackest night, Its haunting words, a melody of fright. The Bard......Read the rest...

...My name is so special; I would not exchange it for a bunch of flowers or a day’s political power, it is very common and I get very angry when you miss-spell it, miss-pronounce it or use it in vain. ......Read the rest...

...Quote: The forest is my loyal friend. A Delphic shrine to me. Ralph Waldo Emerson ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The forest is my sanctuary, a sphere of......Read the rest...

...Ring, ring, ringing a bell And singing towards the sound of crystals. Too cold for a moonlight shine; Too hot for a feast’s flame; However just right it is, how softly It sits and waddles its pa......Read the rest...