Reach Poems - Poems about Reach

...Scratched my eyes once, saw the truth twice But the pain is triple killing Your summer citrus smell on my cracked shell Rotted like hell in my cerebral wishing well How can my phantom sanctuary......Read the rest...

...Hear yeah her voice, she perseveres To paint her skies with gold Mend her heart, wipe her tears Her dream never gets old She sows her seeds from morning till night For seven days a week ......Read the rest...

... A vacation was needed, off on a cruise we were treated. Great cabin, food, parties and shows, now in a chair with a book about a rose. The seas got really rough, off the desk went our ......Read the rest...

...Does anyone have the conception that I'm disconnected from reality, so fearful to face more hardships? All I do is filling up spaces with words, they fit perfectly to make me feel easy: it's aw......Read the rest...

...Maybe you should talk to someone when your thoughts become a maze, when the silence in your heart speaks louder than your days. Maybe you should talk to someone when dreams feel out of reach, ......Read the rest...

...I don’t want to open my eyes. Because then I can’t pretend it’s not happening. I reach for my phone, and it’s light and ethereal. I drop it every time. I close my eyes again, and again. The feel......Read the rest...

...People have command over me, They can reach on novelty whatever they say. I might get hurt a little, cause my love, They declared it's sin. Happen to be the alchemist who found dead bod......Read the rest...

...Inky tendrils reach grasping for her slick surface sliding off smooth skin ......Read the rest...

...Trees fall Trees grow To fall and sleep it is for the dead, to fall and rise it is for the living For I have hope to keep moving, and the future to trust the faith that blinds the reality ......Read the rest...

...I'm not emotional about poetry to call it a 'crush' Sometimes I get ideas, but hardly ever in a rush to write them down like I have a bee in my bonnet I'm not prone to compose a Shakespearian Sonn......Read the rest...

...Reach, the heavens blue sky fall beneath thou journey unforeseen story The soul thriving everyday survivor breathe we pertain the endurance to live Soul of mankind reality I exist only beat......Read the rest...

...I sit like a tranquil river, Trying hard not to wear my heart on my sleeves, Though they’re acting innocent, I could see through the veil. Words spoken behind me, They seem to filter into my e......Read the rest...

... But by grace do I shadow your form from each darkened night to bright-lit morn. You're silvery-white in my life's storm hosting shivery thoughts yet unborn. Would that my pen divine s......Read the rest...

... A POET'S CRUSH - collaboration with Linda Alice Fowler But by grace do I shadow your form from each darkened night to bright-lit morn. You're silvery-white in my life's storm hosting s......Read the rest...

... Everything seems to fit into this morning's vast mosaic as if each piece has been shaped to occupy a given place. Even the broken sea shells that first appeared redundant, strewn haphazard......Read the rest...