Interim Poems - Poems about Interim

The snow fell like white tinselled stars. She was in love, inhaling of planet, Mars Studying his angel, silken strands of hair. Oh, how longingly, his warm love to share! On Arctic-like ice, he did most happily kneel. Tightening her...Read the rest...

True love is never lost It is everlasting It matures like the best wine Does not age or wither away Our Souls are forever young Our bodies are our earthly homes When the time comes for our Soul Mate to leave And...Read the rest...

Stimulating her Emperor's savage Aquisece defers demand of regal constraint Furtive festivities provide passage Into fecund gracing gait Autocracy ordained Retreat from mastering insatiable masses His thought voiding thaumaturge Covers strident intellectual with molasses Cater of paramour calms...Read the rest...

this stage became yours and the reality has fallen apart by the industrial silence I am but a reflection of your shadow gaslighted by your key-light deprived of my enlightenment there is no yesterday and tomorrow has never existed while the stone has...Read the rest...

Since I have nothing else to do, I shall write a poem for you. I’m glad I got to know you more, I’m glad you did not close your door. Someone like you, I’ve dreamed...Read the rest...

As I awoke, one Sunday morn, I looked to see the clouds forlorn, They spoke to me and started to cry, I listened carefully yet don’t know why, They softly cried letting the raindrops fall, Down to the sidewalk down...Read the rest...

I woke up this morning. I was feeling very low. I did not want to get out of bed. I did not want to go. My body melted in my mattress. My eyes they would not show. My arms they would...Read the rest...

She met him in the interim, that space between endings and beginnings; ...Read the rest...

I spent my life in total waste, Waiting for a spark to lead me in the dark. Yet, it’s a small world; zooming into a big one Two years or so-I saw an angel waiting for the bus- The...Read the rest...

This fertile womb lies still in wait. Void of motion, sound and love; A lonesome space of plaster and brick. Worn carpets and marked walls That surround this shell, Are signs of seed now grown and gone. This cell has served...Read the rest...