Frame Poems - Poems about Frame

...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...

...It seemed like mistakes took away my sails I felt worthless, overlooked, and destined to fail Life is what you make of it, a fortune cookie reads Just another analogy overloo......Read the rest...

...Get in your room now,” as daddy fashioned a gun. Mom grabbed me and her facial expression was undone, something must be wrong, I ask she looked at me and welts started to run, down we hunkered ......Read the rest...

... Our love took off even though our wings were too fragile to fly. Neither knew it would take us soaring into the sky. With hearts full of love, our spirits ascend. Ignoring advice given a......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...

...Who cares about the heights of mountains? Who dares to scale their lofty fountains? For it's not their altitude that truly matters, But the awe and wonder their presence scatters. Who cares abo......Read the rest...

...Memorial Day – 2024... origin of holiday Strong and brave men and women gave their level best crème de la crème strongest and bravest leaving grieving significant others with emotional ago......Read the rest...

...Her name was Charlie And she is what I’d call poetry In the way that dreamers hope to capsule up and be immortalized beyond the two hands that control it all A wildflower twisted up with a messy......Read the rest...

... "A Perfect Murder Scene" underneath the gun metal clouds two bodies imprinted splayed bookmarked at the waterline uncannily close distance would never separate ......Read the rest...

...The gun seems gun-shy in this space where deer hides hang on rustic walls and granddad-tick-tocks beat, instead of hearts in hollowed skins. The gun a “trophy-bagger” in its rack, a loud-mo......Read the rest...

...The louring clouds breathing down on me, Aiding life's growing woes, Swathed in Belted plaid I sit perched upon My antiquated throne, Scouring abandoned books seeking light As darkness grows, ......Read the rest...

...All day ceremonies of dark's brilliance Led in by outstretched curtains welcoming, An appearance for my time's bleary dusk. The firmament from the red gloom nearing, Of sun's affection for the ......Read the rest...

...Ideologies and laws are fences of the boundless world, Invisible enclosures that frame our souls within cold walls, Paths drawn in the dust of time, silent steel labyrinths, For our fragile lives,......Read the rest...

...Drag blade into coliseum gates red, crimson armor and black carbon metal, adore my frame as a scarlet knight bred. Toothy grin, Cheshire eyes, test thy mettle. Burst petals onyx Shockwave from......Read the rest...

...Breast beat for her I doubt you fathom crude Understand thus gravitas of thy actions true This must entrust you knot the thread bear Bang thy drum roll knees follow you we share Needless ......Read the rest...