Juts Poems - Poems about Juts

...It juts out by the river road, traffic passes it each morn, what’s left of the old aqueduct, something stately, yet still forlorn. The rock, with no mortar, was set so fine it would make Incas p......Read the rest...

......A warrior shrieked, pitched sideways, bled when he hit the ground, the Apache spurred their horses, looking to flank around. But John expected such a thig, he looked right and saw one, the I......Read the rest...

..."Play the audio is in accord with the dramatic monologue," ... by the Poet The Broadwalk of somewhat life, at a fair distance......Read the rest...

...A dawning twilight's me. Oh, joy. Oh, what a joy. This day. Oh, what a day. A breath bestills my eyes and I, e'er slight, a deeper breath that reopened them and myself to a blessed pleasing. ......Read the rest...

...cat poised in window the dear was raised with large dogs~ juts neck, barks meow......Read the rest...

...youth jaw juts raptly staring down wisened old bull passing cloud applauds......Read the rest...

...Ashen day turns into blackened night. One limb of a lonely tree stripped of its pre-fall leaves juts out against the backdrop of an inked sky scraped with gray. Dark clouds enfold t......Read the rest...

...You may believe or not Am really afraid of syringe shot It does make me sweat a lot When doctor fixes my slot Fear swallows my guts As the door shuts O......Read the rest...

...Autumn, a time for reflections on reflections, and they are rife, linked to pearly grey sky, lake, puddle, mud strewn path or no, while each steep cliff face boldly juts, sheer defiance without......Read the rest...

...If I was a house I’d be detached Secure in my walls, untouched My roof angled against the rain My windows, tightly shut, secure My front garden neat, the back Garden uncut, scruffy, untidy My b......Read the rest...

...A broad vale next to Lake Champlain, early morning, before the heat, barbed wire fence next to a field where John Arnold’s sheep are grazing. Tall grass is hiding most of them, white humps mosey......Read the rest...

...up a steep and narrow road reach the tops wilderness reclaims a verge of wintery snags land juts and tilts hauls out lays treeless clumps and hags pitch up stricken soil heap above the mir......Read the rest...

...Poems about Flight, Flying, and Birds (I) Flight by Michael R. Burch It is the nature of loveliness to vanish as hummingbird wings, batting against nothingness seek transcendence... ......Read the rest...

...What if all the accidents are the things that are meant to happen if chaos is the norm all those right decisions worng......Read the rest...

...Tremble by Michael R. Burch Her predatory eye, the single feral iris, scans. Her raptor beak, all jagged sharp-edged thrust, juts. Her hard talon, clenched in pinched expectation, ......Read the rest...