Cornice Poems - Poems about Cornice

...When I wrote it down I could see that it was a silly thing to have on a bucket list. Something to forever keep to the self (low hanging fruit pocked with worms). Never to be touched by anythin......Read the rest...

...Dawn's Embrace: Adret: Dawn paints the face of giants, Where sunlight warms and shadows dance. Aiguille: Fingers pierce the azure sky, A challenge whispered, sharp and high. Earth's Whispers: ......Read the rest...

...DECAYING HOUSE Old lady living in old building. Doors with rusty latches, windowpane broken, cornice full of feral ferns. Decaying house at corner o......Read the rest...

...MY SANCTUARY My garden of dream is a Nature Reserve That is my beautiful sanctuary to observe. Whenever feel free, I wish to loiter at leisure, One o......Read the rest...

...A pretty large pumpkin Light orange red dome A greenish hand holding the petiole Is there a green soul It's a little obscure The halloween moon is just a slim crescent Roots and br......Read the rest...

...Bazaar The nights’ chest opens up - strings of illusions rattle in palms the knowing buyers haggle for a dream while the fascinated women try on toles of princesses or odalisques. In t......Read the rest...

...Haywire ghetto, lingering corpses, malingering sunshine, Malignant malediction, staccato with disseminating stench, Portending: ichor, insipid blood and wenches. Juxtaposition of aphotic with ap......Read the rest...

...Lady cat kicks off fishless day in the face Miserable Mr. Cat approaches to the roof cornice Will rest in peace......Read the rest...

...This one’s a castle, that’s a customs-house. They’re stolid, listless, just a little dull. The sky supports an arbitrary gull. The languidness of Lizst, the style of Strauss are wholly absent. ......Read the rest...

...She likes to walk when night has come And every time like on cornice She's like an angel I'll stay numb, But skies reject her heavy sins. They're heavy like her idle cross Nevertheless she goes ......Read the rest...

...Five miles of neatly spaced suckered palm planted Bustling promenade, Not withstanding a provincial cafe-culture Of restaurants and exciting little bars, Enhance upon regal elegance of the cram......Read the rest...

...4. on this spine having a mouth of crocodile always jump down the climate everyday the sunglass changes look at the soil and the sky no one of them has any body-guard the op......Read the rest...

...if the sinking-of-boat …ice-cream by name be deducted from the swept-off-in-flood … by name roll no 31 then would the wings of the comics cease to exist what says the uninterrupted sound of......Read the rest...

...the open-hair magnolia remains standing putting a hand on the window-bar of the camellia sometimes i think of knowing from her through sending a pink-letter who have gone in the fall of ......Read the rest...

...I couldn’t let me die = The edge of the cornice is a call I cannot avoid; the torrents of sounds, vague and uncommunicating, are encircling myself; the edge of the cornice calls me. A whisper ......Read the rest...