In The Cart Poems - Poems about In The Cart

... I’ve said this a thousand times and still I can never say it enough. Being a mother is the hardest and most thankless job there is and yet they do it for free. In my mother’s eyes, “the needs of th......Read the rest...

...Holding myself not to fall apart, I’m chauffeured by Dawn’s cart, Each day with its fight, It’s a tenacious walk into light. A mysterious hand strives to reach for me, I sail on a turbulent se......Read the rest...

...In time dissolved silence we watch, vibrant, throbbing jugular notch, connecting head ovoid to heart, gifts of silence, we best not botch. All nodes entwine, none stand apart, since bliss has ......Read the rest...

...it’s the little things like tim tams. having gotten my attention, the box hops into my shopping cart, but not before I cartwheel and squeal, certain that one of the poets has nurtured my senses ......Read the rest...

...I did half a cart wheel once pooped a quarter don't ask OK, i also tried the dog food the crunchy stuff wasn't bad I'll still eat the last cookie and love taking the large strawberry that sit......Read the rest...

... For decades, motor cars have driven past in haste, eyes not straying far from the highway to where, set back and obscured by scrub, an abandoned farm is slowly succumbing to rot. I catch ......Read the rest...

...The Flower Seller Amelia wares un- cuticled painted nails, She hop scotches a pirate on one leg, Tip-toeing long sun cast morning shadows, beneath billowing hand stitched, salty sails; ......Read the rest...

...Me, begging bowl, can’t pay my born-with debt, Let me in a lifelong debt to remain, What with thy bounties at my fated gate, Were I to give if at all what’ll ye gain? I opt to sing thence pa......Read the rest...

...Only Human Sleepy seeds and morning breath; Scratch the itch, brush with Crest. Funky smell from my sit down place, I'll have to change, what a waste. Sweaty hands, dirty nails, Showe......Read the rest...

...A season of reflection, We set ourselves apart, We lay our hearts on the altar of meditation, We alight from dawn’s cart. We hold the lamp into the night, We search the hidden places of our ch......Read the rest...

...Being Bob Bob, is just an ordinary guy in every sense of the word. Five ft eight inches tall, a little on the chubby side and has lost most of his hair. No one pays much attention to Bob, that’s j......Read the rest...

...I don't know why I love your smile I don't know why I admire your style I don't know why I appreciate your ways I don't know why I want to carry your trays. Through your eyes I can see deep in ......Read the rest...

...I wish I had double-knotted love’s cord, Table my deepest concerns to the Lord, Walk beyond the shrivelled meadow, Look out of the gloomy window. I was worried about my troubles, I was concern......Read the rest...

...The most sweetest appetising apple Cream of the crop On the apple cart Is placed on the top And tastes divine Aesthetically pleasing Attracting many to bite But sometimes Rotten to the core ......Read the rest...

...There is a poem everywhere, Some can be found in the lair, Poems are like the morning sun, Scripting them brings much fun. There’s a poem in the night, Some can be found in the light, Poems c......Read the rest...