Hearthstone Poems - Poems about Hearthstone

...— — — — — — — — — — Children’s hands stained with fruit color in spring water, right next to the old mill where the yellow sand is sprinkled into rocks. Moss and blueberries on lumps of discarde......Read the rest...

...Nested like treasures priceless, eagle parents watch over the brood On an island far away from the city, I beheld in a vision of azure blue A rural settlement in waste laying, arid with black bile ......Read the rest...

...She was plum perfect Sweet as apple pie A lavender rose Hearthstone Boiling warm glow Dew drop Olive garden Warm Glow tulips in the spring Such a sugary woman Soul so very sweet Her ......Read the rest...

...I say unto you, when the olive branch is brought to the tax collector, let not those who are without mercy be sent forth from the well to offer comfort to the thirst of the brethren who linger by the......Read the rest...

...(Sanatoga, Pennsylvania location) I luxuriated as inkling of spring 2021 offered sneak preview today March third as temperatures reached low fifties Fahrenheit. Yours truly began reading on......Read the rest...

...In melancholy moments Tinkering with the past What would have happened If a letter was read? A question asked? Something not left unsaid? I have run all those Thoughts through It is wonder......Read the rest...

...May Fifth, 2019, A Personal Tribute Known as Bubba and, she hapt tubby renown to savor livingsocial to five grandchildren, (now grown), my late mother fourteen journeys around nearest star di......Read the rest...

...this middle aged rue stirring bummer haint no stranger to cold, when dark hen stormy wintry days eggs hit from Arctic portal en fold ding Atlantic Seaboard in a blizzard of bitterly, ......Read the rest...

...Afghan, around shoulders, crocheted winter-white. Mama’s getting older. Love her in hindsight. Quiet, pretty, charming — wise with snowflake hair. Little sisters arming her with loving care.......Read the rest...

...A pen to scribble, upon thou texture of nature’s art, Thrashing about, men’s minds of nomenclature prose, His mind’s turn to rotate with sequential prowess, Lines of truth within thou heart of end......Read the rest...

...The bedroom hearthstone breathes black ice cream into our shell. I scuttle on the floes of insomnia like a conch shell knocked into the jealous waters. You sleep soundly. Maybe we’ll crack......Read the rest...