Confound Poems - Poems about Confound

...There’s something about poetry that grips me Like gravity does the moon, While I keep trying to let it go It treats me like a loon. As if I can’t control myself And these urges in my veins......Read the rest...

...I journey from the mountains to the plains hoping to see you again, I measure every footprints along the tracks, mapping out the distance that I have got, and somewhere in the clouds, the moon was da......Read the rest...

...To My Justin In the garden of my heart, I’ve wandered wide, Through paths of many men, I sought a guide. With dreams of Mr. Right, I danced in the night, But each time I was wrong, lost i......Read the rest...

...Artists are not so different, at times glossing over truth, hiding beneath a sheen -- some extra linseed goes a long way... What is this cry for realism?! Picasso sought deeper meaning vi......Read the rest...

...These are modern English translations of poems written in Middle English by Geoffrey Chaucer. The Canterbury Tales: General Prologue by Geoffrey Chaucer translation by Michael R. Burch When ......Read the rest...

...Across the street, it’s hard to miss, That fixer-upper in a state of bliss, With peeling paint and the promise of change, Yet one stubborn strip remains, so strange. A sliver of blue against ......Read the rest...

... Verity Miracle Man 1/9/2025 Political truth is often perceived to come, from the politicians lips the story last passed. But If lips were moving there is a rule of thumb, that he mu......Read the rest...

..."To thine own self be true..." ~ Many a lunatic have mouthed these words. Problem is, there are two selves~ our Lesser and Higher: The Lesser, that which we assume daily; a......Read the rest...

...How can I feel and almost touch something we never had? A moment shared but not, lost somewhere a long way from where it started, where it didn’t begin. But I can paint a picture of it, transcribe......Read the rest...

...These are modern English translations of love poems by Geoffrey Chaucer. These are poems of love, longing, passion and desire. To Rosemounde: A Ballade by Geoffrey Chaucer translation by Michael......Read the rest...

...Tripped the electricity in the forest, tumbled to a faceplate on the ground; The shock raised the pulse in my wrist; A storybook vision may confound, star-crossed sits doomed to diminish; Grou......Read the rest...

... We settled down in a little town Nigh on thirty years ago The stars shown bright ......Read the rest...

...He who would valiant be ’gainst hair disaster Let hair hold constantly, though winds blow faster There’s no discouragement shall make his hair relent His first avowed intent to be in Brylcreem ......Read the rest...

...We are the body heat of an endangered species, the shattered hammer and forge of an archaic workshop. Gone are the rhymes and chimes, gone all reason to be, gone the prophet, saint or devil, n......Read the rest...

...Oblivious to love’s heat, mind was unable to tweet scents that pervaded the air, seeking a lifelong affair. Save in silence, we are bound to dark desires that confound but if we’re still, v......Read the rest...