Front Poems - Poems about Front

...See Did You See him when he walked into the large dimly lit room and sit at a table, Alone, on fringe of the dancing and laughter. Did you See his eyes light up when he noticed someone walking to......Read the rest...

... It doesn’t seem possible I tell myself – eleven years already and going on twelve! I suppose I should have a party – a piece of prime beef lit with eleven candles. But he’d never get clo......Read the rest...

...Grams Perky Self-lighting- Burning rubber Speeds in her bright red Scooter succumbs to the Senior Center for front row Seat for Bingo playful challenge Praying not to fall asleep mid-way Sno......Read the rest...

...I've always showered care on ungrateful trees, the ones that bloomed and the ones that withered. I watered them anyway. In this chaotic world, compassion is made slavery, chained with e......Read the rest...

...In front of the table we stood all, waiting for our teacher bringing glue. During that time, we started cutting out paper. He approached us, standing next to me. Ah, he is okay with standing next ......Read the rest...

...It caters to an arrogance of hate when war becomes a method of despite. Through vile contempt, he seeks to cultivate a dogma that defines inhuman blight. The devil’s plan has given due consent t......Read the rest...

...The lady with red dreadlocks Toni Townsend Johnson henry she was one rasta Andrews female drug dealer from the devils triangle in Tampa outside USF where I received mental health treatment for ......Read the rest...

...Ideality; the quality of being ideal. That’s what I mean when I say ‘My heart Resonates with gentle colours of feathers while My eye is cautious of twigs with thorns and twigs With small glints ......Read the rest...

...AFTER THE PARTY After the party I awoke on a desert island At least I thought so, with the blinding sun And a view of all those swaying palm trees Well, perhaps it was me who was swaying My he......Read the rest...

...Diaries left open and letters framed, chronological ink waving from a horizon, gone. Clothes hung to recreate a wedding, a dance, a touch – enclosed in glass cases to trap the scent inside. Th......Read the rest...

...It is snowing! It is snowing! It is SNOWING! Three children I usually have to drag out of bed are heading for the front door. I say “don’t forget your bookbags! Don’t you want breakfast?” Mom, it’......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...

...The old fart (alter cocker) shuffle as one fairly long run on sentence unwittingly made locally famous courtesy residents here at Highland Manor Apartments as first one foot and then the oth......Read the rest...

...Sister Moonlight in your glass slippers Come dance with me amongst the stars We'll Pirouette by both the Dippers And do the Waltz in front of Mars Let's Swing around each constellation ......Read the rest...

...She wiggled and jiggled and giggled in bed It fiddled and faddled and rattled her head But she wiggled so much that she fell to the floor And wiggled and jiggled and giggled some more He ......Read the rest...