Idly Poems - Poems about Idly

...Spring sunshine, idly sparks our souls with freezing glow, Still shy to shine, as winter's callous ghost refus'd to bow. Yet bold like brass, thy brightness beams unto our frosty eyes, Reluctant s......Read the rest...

...Aloft in a world, Focused toward, Elaborate Strategies. Pushed to Our Knees, Bound by Principalities. Deceived by Fallacies, We try to please, Those affected, By the same dise......Read the rest...

...The kittens found my bag of words And in their furry glee They tapped them with their tiny paws And wrote a poem for me The mouse, a house bound hermit Used its subtle tail To add some punc......Read the rest...

...Le Bateau ivre (“The Drunken Boat”), an Excerpt by Arthur Rimbaud translation by Michael R. Burch The impassive river carried me downstream as howling warriors slashed the bargemen's throats, ......Read the rest...

...How are you, my friend? Is there rain in the village? Have you dried up like the Zhem River mirage? Garden water is released only in due time, dear, Did you plant a garden near the fence this y......Read the rest...

...I'm sitting with device in hand, Trapped in forked thought, Derailed, enqueued, attention spanned, All plot but ought for naught. Zephyr-jostled oriel, Jalousie jingle jets, Venetian pi......Read the rest...

...We went once, then thrice again, Pushed through struggles all in vain. A mountain of trust came crashing down, By jealousy small, it wore the crown. We went once, then five times near, Yet sti......Read the rest...

...Glimitz! According to your order - pronounce, I weigh less than an ounce. As gratchens flame and fly, to my disdain, I wonder, have you got a light? A conference call, a violin, a gently rap......Read the rest...

...Little by little, strength fades from my body, This world is coming, aging and heavy. Now, we must not lie idly, spitting on fate, For wasting away is no longer our state. My parents cultivated......Read the rest...

...Like a ghost ship idly mooring Cleaning your own mess is totally boring Sorting other people’s stuff is fun however Why don’t we switch houses in cold weather? I’ll sort yours and, you sort min......Read the rest...

...(A Christmas vacation vignette) Lisa and I choppered onto Manhattan Island yesterday morning. We’d both felt toasted—so we took naps—and yay! We awoke recharged. Later that evening, Lisa and I ......Read the rest...

...The door handle taunts me. No one wants me to hear. About me, but without me, vibrations of sound drown down to the ground, as my heart pounds on edge. A wedge of aloofness keeps me ......Read the rest...

...Ecstatic eye of night thoughts tangled tangent tint of orange moon slivers were just hazy incipient learned launch as the querulous quirk indented ingress idly still desperate to capture thou......Read the rest...

...HOLUS BOLUS (PLANE TO SEE) As I sit above the circle of the Earth I look down at all within From My bird’s-eye perch In anthropomorphism I created all holus bolus I inspired the psalmist, and......Read the rest...

...The boat sways under a reddening sunset. Is it wrong to wish for a Viking funeral, to ponder a last journey West into the dying light? Strangers have always been my companions, they intuit th......Read the rest...