Hundred Poems - Poems about Hundred

... I was one of the cool set, navy blue duffle coat, scarf around my neck, seated at a table in Pepe's Coffee Lounge discussing Baudelaire and T.S. Eliot and the demise of the political elites......Read the rest...

...Nobody ever ask them how they feel, they are always looking for something’s to satisfy their needs; they questioned everything that they do and toss the evidence out the door when the defense kept......Read the rest...

...Since English language my mother tongue, no surprise... etymology encurtains, encompasses, and encapsulates healthy fixation why I can spend countless hours engrossed with printed material cou......Read the rest...

...I’m enjoying spending time with my mom - we have an intimacy braided like rope. I forgot how funny she is. At the same time, we’ve been softcore arguing for days. She wants me to accomplish someth......Read the rest...

...In the dire moments of constant fear, anyone can sense danger from all sides... wondering if this is our final chapter, or the continuation of more absurd lies! I sold my gold to pay off some h......Read the rest...

...In the dire moments of constant fear, anyone can sense danger from all sides... wondering if this is our final chapter, or the continuation of more absurd lies! I sold my gold to pay off some h......Read the rest...

...My name is so special; I would not exchange it for a bunch of flowers or a day’s political power, it is very common and I get very angry when you miss-spell it, miss-pronounce it or use it in vain. ......Read the rest...

...Seven hundred and ten days ago, but it seems like just yesterday because shock from that days grip is only now, starting to let go. I have been in slow motion since the words of your exit were sent. ......Read the rest...

...Trucks lined up one behind the other with the little that they have left and the drippings from the fountain piled up on top looking for a suitable place to make the next stop but the fear of nowhere......Read the rest...

...A lake, landmark to locate easily my nest like home, a center to ever widening concentric city, lies without life, no fishes, no ducks, no mosquitoes, not even microbes exist within. Li......Read the rest...

...As one gets older One often looks back At all the things you did In your life. The good, the bad, and the ugly And we all have those moments Because we are human. And some things you desi......Read the rest...

...Q: Why do not all roads lead to the kingdom of heaven and we all end up on the same mountain top's destinations? A: There are only two roads available to all people. The board road lead......Read the rest...

...Awaiting a growth spurt that never happened When a boy, I wanted to be as tall as my father (he passed away October seventh two thousand and twenty linkedin to congestive heart failure), who ......Read the rest...

... When I was a lad growing up in the small village of Wakenda, I would sometimes sit on the back porch and watch the stars move across the night sky. I would listen to the tune of the birds and farm ......Read the rest...

...One day, someday May it be That day, finally You and me Leave together The same car Home is waiting Brooke's guitar Rain may fall But I won't care Big snowstorms Await us there Passio......Read the rest...