Footsore Poems - Poems about Footsore

...GLIMPSE My heart a pouch of rich wine overlays yours A drop of blood spilled over an arum lily It waits with longing intense, retains no tears As it remembers its cringes of final fear when it......Read the rest...

...The gated wall they stood before No timber seemed awake to them; no splinter stirred amidst the wood, the nails now rusty in their beds, where once brave Knights had deftly trod on mounted......Read the rest...

...Just in case you wondered... Yours truly, (i.e. I) quickly became hypnagogic afore subsequently segueing soundly into autohypnosis booklore, while binge reading courtesy regarding aptitude ......Read the rest...

...2200 E High Street Pottstown, PA 19464 Upon making a purchase, yours truly murmurs bonjour to the man/woman clerk manning cash register, (perhaps another day) maybe soon as tomorrow Janua......Read the rest...

...Footsore and Weary We travel these endless roads On a journey To our final destination, Where they lead, God only knows. W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2018.......Read the rest...

...My Principal is forever ready to explore New things from students who implore And set a new goal for them to outscore In their own life. He is ready to restore Intellect and discipline in school ......Read the rest...

...Don't think I'm anybody special, now: I'm just an old friend standing at your door. They said your house was here, and being poor Of treasure, tired and footsore, I asked how You might be: Do you......Read the rest...

...Golda and Goofus. or how a young Baer lost his luncheon and found that man need not live by bread alone. Deep, deep in a pine-wood......Read the rest...

...Shadows lengthen, the landscape dims, and all that was my rising sun is drifting out beyond the rim of life's elusive horizon. So many times my footsore soul has traveled following that light, ......Read the rest...

...Weighty words wasted on the east wind blowing down Dame Street they don’t heed or even hear them the footsore army of suits and students the new Abraham or Jesus or Muhammad cries out but is ign......Read the rest...

...LEST WE FORGET! KOSOVO Frank Halliwell You must give us all your money. Y......Read the rest...

...My comfortable shoes are full of squeaks. An unrelenting sound I can't possibly ignore, Like an old wooden rocking chair that creaks Or noisy wet sneakers on a tile floor. It's quite loud and not onl......Read the rest...

...Hunted by Don Johnson Brisbane-Australia On a bitter cold and moonless night, there came a gentle knock at the door. Only half heard Joe did stir from sleep, alight, to meet a stra......Read the rest...

...The ruins loom and leer At travelers through here; And still we push ahead When all our hopes are dead. Does anybody know Whatever makes us go Through all the doom and dust, And why we think......Read the rest...