Idly Poems - Poems about Idly

...(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...

...Awake this morning with a positive vibe. What you can achieve be your only thought. Let your mind be focused on brighter things. For today is fresh and newly brought Days will be fleet as age c......Read the rest...

...Sleepless every night, My mind's deprived of the light. Even in midnight, I can't sleep tight. Sleep's always in delay, It feels like a replay. Can't rest even for a day, I feel like my body......Read the rest...

...Anyway I listened Not meaning to Just idly listened To her As she softly counted The stars ......Read the rest...

...Nowadays I'm in the shattered sighs An insipid ink in the poetic realm Unable to express in words to words All green leaves lost in the abysmal thought No south breeze vibrates the finger's pen......Read the rest...

...More than 300,000 spirits awakened, and rose up that day, Above the pristine manicured and landscaped grounds. They ascended high enough to overlook the shameful acts Being perpetrated on the Capi......Read the rest...

... Ripples Down the dusty road, in tattered rags, He came, weary, wilted, and withered. Body bent with age, bones sticking out of the flabby skin, with a tre......Read the rest...

...Peter Piper was ever punctilious, like minty nature's painstaking paintings, Or the palsied skies of one pretty evening, in the hour of the sun's fainting. Peter lived upon a small, ferti......Read the rest...

...The tears ascend in a manner reminiscent of ocean waves, while the emotions within you resemble the ferocity of hurricanes, intent on wreaking havoc through your trembling hands. Yet, you take comfor......Read the rest...

...In the happy hours of weekend I am feeling slightly weakened Gazing idly at the screen Seeing pictures I have seen Reading articles I’ve read Noting comments that were said Sandy beaches, blaz......Read the rest...

... poetry eludes my soul when I desperately want to embrace it when I watch dahlias blossom and dance in the wind poetry glowing in my mind dances too when at tranquil dawn idly lying in......Read the rest...