Measure Poems - Poems about Measure

...Heather: my wife, my partner, my friend, my lover, my treasure. She's the one who keeps me grounded; she is my centre. She is beautiful, smart, thoughtful, clever and by any measure, the smart......Read the rest...

...The Psyche aye seeks an end to sling Its filaments wide across and all around , To ensnare it's weird, stray prey with a fling And there comes the ominous web, ill- bound To stay ......Read the rest...

...As years have passed and I’ve amassed More tools than I know I need, I have to stress that I’m impressed with The roles and goals they fulfill. I love the hours with power tools And hand-held ......Read the rest...

...Sunrise breaks a silent night Bursting forth in sweet reprise No more fears or demons dark Only hopes and dreams to please With each shadow cast away With each measu......Read the rest...

...The past is like a nightmare Only tale's left for the ears of the dead!!! dead man tale no tale As eye are blind to see through the The lenses Of tomorrow and what it brings As days hang......Read the rest...

...Empty spaces contain lingering & want in equal measure, fully occupying jostling for position breathing compromised yet, here with you I feel my space is carved out maybe my initials carved ......Read the rest...

...To awaken means to realize one’s own nothingness, that is, to realize one’s complete and absolute helplessness. As long as a man is not horrified at himself, he knows nothing about himself. Through ......Read the rest...

...I am a mountain, not high, not low To my shoulders, the sunshines glow To my streams, the waters flow To nurse the creatures down below I am the measure of someone's fame At times, I put t......Read the rest...

...Love, In a society that has always seen love as reckless and impulsive I have tasted a different dish, a side that is usually not explored With sweet touches and sweeter words Cautious of th......Read the rest...

...Appeal to my twelfth, to my less sensible measure, as I, in turn, remember why it is, my moon might resolve herself, to such earthly pleasures, when she agrees, to gift you my heart, becomin......Read the rest...

...Existence, herein, is like water in an earthen pot. A grit on the problem is enough to bring it to naught. The water in it is cool and as clear as a crystal. Though physically brittle, both within......Read the rest...

...Alone… would I be wrong to call myself a fool? Knowing full well, alone one never is? Better, much better to say ‘Alone from’. Alone from friends, from loved ones From employment, joy and/or......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 back of my neck hurts. My finger is cramped around the pencil. My eyes face paper full of number. Whenever I try to measure the line, my vision sees double, it sees the line twice. The numb......Read the rest...

...A spoken word meandering unbound, its own master measure, broad and profound, subject to interpretation thereof, binds poetic minds in Stranger Love. Two distant seeking souls through subtle......Read the rest...