Branch Poems - Poems about Branch

...The Room of the Unrequited By Roger White That evening, stillness permeated the lavender-scented room. Dusk crept through the windows smudged by oily fingers, The day’s twilight left a dull u......Read the rest...

...Poetry and we have roots like an ancient tree, Deeply embedded in the mysterious soil of time, Each verse, a branch reaching towards unknown heavens, Seeking divine light, yearning to touch eterni......Read the rest...

...I am so proud to have my son growing up right next to me Standing so tall and majestic for all the world to see Raising him in a world with global warming is a lot more difficult today Strong wind......Read the rest...

...In days bygone, a widow was looked at as a tried leaf. There was no aid, even from a twig. She just fell and fled. As a branch that's cut off and ostracized, she's full of grief. Jesus knew this. ......Read the rest...

...In the West, stories are heard, shining at the threshold of a new era, That we can mold again the raw clay of human nature, Reconstructing from the ashes of time, a dream Eden, fresh and new. As i......Read the rest...

...The Tortured Poets Department has a writer's division that has to approve every poem before it goes out And my mind is tired of being held hostage A loose-leaf definition of writer's block was once......Read the rest...

...I hold on the fig upon the tree, it cannot fall too far from it if I were to pull upon it, surely it will not stay in tranquility, as I hold it in my bear hands, I know it feels what I feel I ha......Read the rest...

...We are fleeting apparitions, stepping between the threads of reality and the shadow, Children of a twilight that never ceases, neither white nor black, but both. Phantoms with hearts haunted by a s......Read the rest...

...Under the weight of your words, I wander through their shadow, Hunted by mystery, torn into pieces, then enriched in a secret dawn. Suddenly alone and embraced, I sway between two worlds, A pilgri......Read the rest...

...Written By: D. Collins 5/3/24 I used to know somebody who was all that. The very definition of what we call PHAT. ......Read the rest...

...Skin so soft as it's been left untouched. Love woven baskets so full, but still no one to receive my seeds of love. Thoughts of spoiled parts which tempt invalid ideas, invoking false belief that th......Read the rest...

...It has been sitting there for seventy long years, and nobody knew that it was there, it is just a simple tree erected in the backyard surround by an overgrown lawn, the owner is out of town and the g......Read the rest...

...Sri Lal Crows i. I come from nowhere, and I have nowhere to go, I tell the crow perched on a low neem branch beyond the Periyar River. He agrees. He and I are free. We speak the sam......Read the rest...

...What do I do, my soul inquires, abandoned in the shadow of the moment, When the call to move forward is incessantly declared wrong. My options are as hazy as dreams shattered at the dawn of day, M......Read the rest...

...If you are the vast, ever-changing ocean, I will be the sturdy mountain, holding you close, Embracing your gentle morning waves with care, And welcome your crashing tidal surges in the evening wi......Read the rest...