Gravitate Poems - Poems about Gravitate

...The world inside of me Is huge. There are trees with twisted, open branches, Like a thousand mom's, Reaching for a hug. There is music, and art, and A tsunami of words, Sent down stre......Read the rest...

...A road to nowhere is all they construct He who blindly follows will self-destruct We awaken at dawn just to suffer For many, life couldn’t be any tougher Their dark cunning plans brought to lig......Read the rest...

...funky lady with her mask in place showing her fun side without half trying I smile as she brings colors in greens, reds, pinks, blues, she is a kaleidoscope a genius with the superpower of clea......Read the rest...

...The trash you throw Will come back in So many ways.......Read the rest...

...Life of Needs and Wants We begin our lives from the start of our birth to only thinking of our needs to slowly gravitate to not only needs but also wants. Here we will remain for many years to come ......Read the rest...

... "kamikaze" Isn’t it odd how you always gravitate back to me, I circle your mind like a helicopter you watch me like a moth attracted to flames, lit in succu......Read the rest...

...If I danced in the middle of the road would you grab me or say ‘Go faster’? Take a chance on a hitchhike across town or go back afraid of what you may find? Bohemian hearts wrapped in map page......Read the rest...

... “Some Other Poet, White Iris” When I look in the mirror what do I see? I question existential questions and fiction, my eyes are the eyes of another staring back at me, ......Read the rest...

..."Running through a mile of wasted compiled vile I find myself conflicted sitting in a position groaning I'm foul planting a seed of tan and brown the snake comes out of me and it flees deposite......Read the rest...

..."As you live Deeper in the Heart, the Mirror gets clearer and cleaner" Rumi I can get as close as I like You wouldn't, couldn't back away Though I'll become hazy Air from my lungs capable of ......Read the rest...

...She had the loveliest hair, but it brought too much attention to her. Shaquita was shy; she did not like people to approach or speak. I will braid it, her mother said, but what can we do with your ......Read the rest...

...Hilda is the opposite of shy; she is not hiding in any way. She flaunts her stuff without any self-consciousness. She knows she looks dandy and prefers skimpy clothes. Other farmers' wives adore h......Read the rest...

...In the land of silvery mists, where dreams touch the ground, A being-abyss struggles, wishing to rise in docile flight and facing a deep fear, Striving to be a fruitful field, the most fertile vers......Read the rest...

...A unicorn travels through the wheat and lays its dreams upon poppy pillows, Among the echoes of time that resonate in an eternal violet dusk, Where the sky embraces the sea in a mirror without lid,......Read the rest...

... I'm an enlightened equinox, strolling in faded universe, dreaming poetry in susurrus serenades of rustling ruby-leaves which whisper cool beamish hues to my autumnal- quartz hear......Read the rest...