Trace Poems - Poems about Trace

... I do not even know what day this is! Nor month, or even, what year! For I live each day within a clock. Whose only sound ticks away endless,fear! I have no mirror to see my young face,......Read the rest...

... You see them everywhere, sometimes countless in number, winged, walking or wading, running the gauntlet of waves, filling the air. Birds populate the planet, make their home in trees, bui......Read the rest...

...Our words carry enormous weight, more than we ever think, when spoken out will leave a mark not just a trace of ink. Words empower people, to some maybe a muse, but a mighty power lies with......Read the rest...

...In the hush of a May morning, I wander through the murmurs of a forgotten meadow, where time weaves through the tall grass, and the stones speak softly of the past. Old, weathered headstones, s......Read the rest...

...Poem written for "Are You A Mouse Or A Mountain Poetry Contest" Matt Caliri, Sponsor 5/25/2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In Mildred's bed, as dawn did break, A stir, a tw......Read the rest...

... All night I was ensnared by the thought of you, An unexpected yet enchanting muse, Lost in the labyrinth of your deep, haunting eyes, A smoldering ember of desire within me lies. Your passion......Read the rest...

... The rye mustard field, glowing with a morning diva, faded in colors within afternoon The river runs just beside ; “O reverie! What shall the song be in the chanting verse, unsung in me and th......Read the rest...

...More time, sand swirl back to the sky; Ease the old pantomime who always seems to cry, longing to taste their prime; Rotate the hands back to the start; A path ordained by fate, you can’......Read the rest...

...I find no solace in the stars They're no longer shining bright Without a trace without a light The cold embrace of the night Under ominous onyx skies There's no longer new stars bor......Read the rest...

... The stream cascades skyward in swirling spate of ebullience with the dancing shadows of trees swaying entranced. Tempting topaz dew makes dainty diadem on glinting grass tips, weaves liltin......Read the rest...

... I can feel my tendons contort The sickening crunch of bones breakage The skin across my face pulling to a snout My lips ripping apart as razored enamel adorns a snap Can’t stand Beneath me ......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...

...With heart dissatisfied, my hands were tied, for though I recognised bondage to form, controlled by ego, which to soul had lied, with whispers of love, I could not conform. Head and heart linke......Read the rest...

...Legacy of Hope; My Dad My first memories are full of your dear face Kind brown eyes, edged with wrinkles, a mere trace I can't see a frown nor fretful scowl, only a gap toothed grin With a pomp......Read the rest...

...Sometimes my brain deludes me into believing that I am utterly unlovable. Like a dog who has been in the shelter for far too long, being prepared for his final meal. My throat closes up, My lung......Read the rest...