Bursts Poems - Poems about Bursts

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a morning misted horizon of pinkish-blue a new day bursts through ......Read the rest...

...Ripples of gawk and gaze splendour, at one’s fingertips eternally, cornucopia an instant dream float, golden gust garner without rein, indulgent Pysche extract from nirvana, but voyage of the qu......Read the rest...

...Although demons of darkness have been slain, since we tread softly with a mindful eye and no longer think about loss or gain, perhaps it’s too late since we will soon die. Is it reg......Read the rest...

... Dear darling, you’re the apple dumpling of my eye, You are early morning’s meadow larks’ lilting cry. You’re my sunshine glimmering as noon time grows nigh. To catch the brilliance of your r......Read the rest...

...ciphers of the unknown * A MIRO EKPHRASIS  red dots, a frog blue   coins a violet fish     in the deep blue  rain falls breathes  in  black   & love with rainbows  spiral down   to  car......Read the rest...

... "For a Painted Daisy every day is a new beginning to start again, to find beauty in small things, like a butterfly caress or a bee kiss." ......Read the rest...

... Written: May 12, 2024 For Constance La France Contest 1. "I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..." E.E. Cummings ~~~~~~~......Read the rest...

... Older age being old is always ten years ahead: meanwhile I’ve decided to embrace my present age positively I walk, don’t run, affecting a dignified lumbering; if I stumble,I welcome......Read the rest...

...At the crossroads of years, where stones whisper for centuries, Inside unfolds the mystical drama of the self seeking light, Through mazes of thoughts like leaves rolling towards truth. Thirsty so......Read the rest...

...We live a delusion day by day the illusion we are free independent free spirits to be who we are ......Read the rest...

...Me very late mum, a funereal day... courtesy latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian, sexagenarian, and Unitarian son and modest mastermind maven maverick. Another anniversary of her death occ......Read the rest...

...A guide suspended by the thread of time offers itself, Where the soul clothes us in garments of flesh and beginnings. The filigree of words breathes on the parchment of eternity, intertwines, Spea......Read the rest...

...Surrender to sleep at last! What a misery, keeping watch all night, wide awake. Soon you’ll succumb to sleep and escape all your troubles. Sleep. — Homer, translation by Michael R. Burch Passage h......Read the rest...

... Line of inquiry: “We have been here a thousand times before Memory erased, each time we begin anew Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew ......Read the rest...

... Still, cool colors, drifting on the spring skies, Dew kissed promises on the gentlest morns, Behind floods, bursts of pulsing blooms will rise, Even roses have their portion of tho......Read the rest...