Alphabet Poems - Poems about Alphabet

...Flamboyant swashes; flaming crimson, could be my face, as the flyswatter-hand could impress such lettering upon my cheek. so I severed the crescent-angel of my imagination, dashed my dreamy curs......Read the rest...

... Angelic Bardic Composers Dole Everlasting Fabled Garnishments. Heathenistic Improvisors Jostle Kitchen Ladles. Metrical Composers Nourish Otherworldly Poetizers' Quirky Rumbling S......Read the rest...

... I endure my arrogance like a leftover twin absorbed during gestation, seeing myself in everything, not only the eyes that watch me back-rocking to flip my house right-side up. What’s le......Read the rest...

...Without further interruption a game, riddle. Abyssal void manifests a skeleton and a cloak, he has a sickle but is no reaper, plays cards instead. Dealt in a kraken with all sevens, four on ......Read the rest...

...With 26 days left of school, The teachers of 5th grade Devised a list for every day And thus a plan was made. So following the alphabet, Each date has something set. Today, Adventure Day was ......Read the rest...

... Are for R and Pee for P Em for M and D for Dem T for Two and Toe and Tim G for Gym and R for Rim H for Heaven and L for Love A for the Almighty Lover Above ......Read the rest...

...Each letter is one of the wildflowers; On perfumed paper a love note written as if dipped in such delicate language; A universal unspoken language that motley scent of wildflowers; The most a......Read the rest...

...School, something I kill myself even more for. Staying up late hoping to get all A's. Who knew a letter from the alphabet could signify a person's worth. The weekends go by fast, Finally sleeping......Read the rest...

...Defeat embraces the soul that has unraveled from lies, baring the pure truth. In the library of destiny, where each heart inscribes its chronicles, I lingered among the scrolls of loss, in the cham......Read the rest...

...On the peaks of destiny where the clouds of promises are torn apart, I offered you my heart as an atlas of fabulous worlds. The fervor of our love, a shooting star, dazzling and then, just a pale m......Read the rest...

...Beneath the everyday attire, the spirit falls ill, dormant, In the monotony that seems an eternity of silver smoke, contingent. Boredom weaves its fabric between walls of flesh, walking dead, Many......Read the rest...

... "The Pages" Missing all those years like a page you could turn, a book you could throw casually aside, to be eternally forgotten in electric shady libraries; at som......Read the rest...

...We, the generation of '50, Time-travelers with stardust in our hair, with memories planted in pockets, Rooted in decades embraced by change, souls adorned with the dawn of the post-war world. We s......Read the rest...

...Most women have grown tired of just being women, Weary of always being the flowers of unending seasons, awaiting to be plucked And placed in vases for gazes that never feel their roots; They, the ......Read the rest...

..."Wistful/Wishful: sometimes if a word can ever be realized, just an 'alphabet' change will suffice," ... by the Poet The coconuts have gone awry, and its fronds they seemed to ......Read the rest...