Coaxing Poems - Poems about Coaxing

Vivacious starlit eyes a coaxing hazard; Millions have been lost ...Read the rest...

our new librarian has such a fantastical sense of books. and a love for children, whimsy and imagination. she put up the perfect sign, which made me love her immediately....Read the rest...

Akin twin invisible presence coaxing...paranormal Action across ouija board herald Faustian bargain as fingers of left hand appear to move planchette of their own accord... inexplicably, silently, and verily along a barely traceable minuscule chord dance, with some spatial force from outer limits,...Read the rest...

The child was wiser than Mother Goose they say She understood kissing frogs was not the only way She gave him a pat and a tiny hug, a compliment too And he granted her a wish as only...Read the rest...

Where do we began Since this is beginning How does it end To show it's meaning What to write To convey my frustration I like the chorus But it sounds like a beginning Put sum ooh ahs in A harmonic melody Some strings and Bassy grooves Let the...Read the rest...

Butterfly feelings gently loosened Floating amongst easy thoughts Coaxing ambivalent dreams A joyously relaxing nap Following too much pumpkin pie...Read the rest...

"For all the writers, brothers, sisters ... on our Only Ecosystem, Earth" I Some mornings are teenagers, or worse - Some mornings might combine junior and senior citizens Who know it all, or they have seen it all - How...Read the rest...

Akin Twin Invisible Presence Coaxing... Action across ouija board fingers of left hand appear to move planchette of their own accord... inexplicably, silently, and verily along a barely traceable minuscule chord dance, with some spatial force from outer limits, perhaps a dimension unexplored of...Read the rest...

You need to have a sunny day For plans that you have made. You want the kind of burning sun That makes you seek the shade. Yet Nature won't cooperate; The sky's a sea of cloud. There's nothing you can do And...Read the rest...

In the quietude of morning, I write rise early, pen in hand - a rite though words sometimes stick and lodge there in a brain cell - so stubborn! Scribble some nonsense words jumpstart free flowing thoughts to appear on paper very soon....Read the rest...