Cliff Poems - Poems about Cliff

...Lost at sea yet the lighthouse blinds me, crash into a cliff and a siren’s beckoning, breast beat slowing as gravity crushes me in twilight. As my specter bubbles to the surface, I come by an a......Read the rest...

... All the days of my life, nobody helped me with money except myself and limited number of family members. I never asked any favor from anybody, but I'm very grateful to God for having very few su......Read the rest...

...Dangers plague this shambolic world in which we live where many seek vengeance and are not apt to forgive. It's a never-ending cycle of accuse, battle, and defeat at any cost, walking on a kni......Read the rest...

...If I should exchange my soul, would you be with me before I grow old? If I should exchange my soul would you accompany me to Mount Fuji to see the ecstatic talked about scenery? If I should exchan......Read the rest...

...A deep obsession penetrated his mind, an untamed and deeply rooted passion, Not even a twelve-step program could bring him the much-desired relief, The poet had an incurable addiction, a need for f......Read the rest...

...It's hard to speak when my mind uses experience and thoughts as a whip The sleepless nights I've created for myself and others I can't omit I can close my eyes to imagine grassy fields but I know t......Read the rest...

...Nature’s Unparalleled Love...Read the rest...

... I was wondering what a painting about one of my poems look like Grimly gathering of gnarly letters So take this one would it slipperyness of eels in heels Would my light one haze of neon faze......Read the rest...

... I was wondering what a painting about one of my poems look like Grimly gathering of gnarly letters So take this one would it slipperyness of eels in heels Would my light one haze of neon faze......Read the rest...

...I have waited for so long to share this impromptu song, I have created it myself, the day when I heard that my mother was dead; I am still trying to process it, but I cannot see where the story fits;......Read the rest...

...Sit-upons that we wove together. The troop activity. How many spots will remember me? The wicker basket and picnic blanket woven into the amphitheatre. We, my hubby and I, cozied up, listened......Read the rest...

...Unrequited Love I fall in a brink of forcing myself not to love? This forced action is beyond what most think is possable? If ever been in love it's hard to shake but true love that you've lived mos......Read the rest...

...Thorns and prickles dangle at the root of the tree and the temperature is shouting at a hundred and seventy degree; destiny is baking a global cake and you have to get your slice before they close th......Read the rest...

... a boys own adventure has now begun on a beach blazed under a Turkish sun we`re here to take land from the evil Hun and are told we are doing this for everyone orders were given from the mothe......Read the rest...

...I stand with a treasure map, no X to mark the spot. A scattering of clues, roadmaps of endless dots. Your name is on an envelope, surely that’s proof enough? But it’s faded, invisible ink, a......Read the rest...