Hard Poems - Poems about Hard

...I remember days of yore When I was innocent and free All the good times had before In our cabin by the sea Being cautioned by my mother With a starfish in my hands Building castles with my ......Read the rest...

...Intimacy is.......... Knowing how they feel without having to explain, Being able to show your best and worst sides without fear, Knowing how they drink their coffee, Saying good morning and good......Read the rest...

... My lost friend for years, I spent many days trying to find you. I don't even know when we lost our communication, but it happened. Perhaps we were to busy with our lives, and in the middle, we......Read the rest...

...Is she the only one? No. Yes. I don’t know. I know… Yeah. And I know why But sometimes one is one. Sometimes more is one I know how it works. Hmm. Need more to love one That’s right, this is ......Read the rest...

...Love should be eternal and always worth fighting for If someone shows up to disrupt this , quickly show them the door Two things you need most for a wonderful life together are love and trust Alwa......Read the rest...

...The sun shines down brightening up my day Time to hit the great outdoors and go out and play Both my heart and soul will thank me if I go out for a stroll in the park Plenty of time to enjoy the s......Read the rest...

...I have closed the main gate After that I closed the door Something more to be closed So I closed the window pane All these efforts are insufficient To keep away cousin of worries The past sweet......Read the rest...

... little did I know this way then would be familiar without all the wanting I've tried to listen for the ending my ear up hard against a perfec......Read the rest...

...I don't read between the lines and I can't read minds I was unsuccessful on my last three tries you asked for my opinion but what you're seeking is agreement so I toss what I was thinking in the t......Read the rest...

...Dapper coachman frog wore his top hat with star power He travels this route regularly, always at the thirteenth hour. His steed is a caterpillar who hails from the Bigtown Bower. He cringes someti......Read the rest...

...Outside it has started to rain Sitting in my porch I watch, The elements mix and mingle Kneading the pulverized dust The drizzle has gained a sudden might And now it r......Read the rest...

...Nature’s Unparalleled Love...Read the rest...

... "Visions" Poetry must speak to you you must listen not to what the mind speaks but to what the heart delivers some have the vision some do not this is truth so......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...

...With common sense so sporadic I just want to be emphatic But with all this social static It's hard to remain pragmatic......Read the rest...