Newer Poems - Poems about Newer

At 13, I used old tissue paper to craft my best friend her wedding veil— a drapery, thrown together in a flurry, taping together parchment scraps, fragile and pale. I ripped my old notes to craft her a crown, to set atop her wind-braided brown mane. The night before, I spun a construction paper bouquet that, by four that evening, had wilted...

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Jesus was walking on water And stepped on a furry otter God yelled, "Hey down there! You should be aware You're treading on Harry Potter!"...

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It lay gleaming in the window It was the day after payday You newer know when you are in too deep I went inside Looking at a diving watch, a quite good-looking one You newer know when you are in too deep A pretty shop assistant Her smell You newer know when you are in too deep She didn’t smell bad She didn’t use perfume You...

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Mid winter weather, mother earth in newer raiments, of tall trees, nowadays....

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Tourists here to visit In their multilingual voices Have so many things to see Including lots of newer choices. The High Line, great for walking, Built on railroad tracks forsaken, Now endowed with gorgeous plantings, Is a route most often taken. The Oculus, a shopping mall And transportation center Is an architect’s fulfillment Of a dream we all can enter. And the latest new addition, Hudson Yards, with...

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The road to death is always under construction There is no fire or brimstone down below Hell offers comfort to one and all discounted Sinners and seniors move in for free Pain is a figment of the imagination The administration would never lie to you We have a kinder candy coated kind of demons With your comfort and convenience in mind We are...

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Pon a time when history Began with archeology When scale skinned creatures left the sea Evolved in time to you and me Could be said it went awry Parents gone, no time to cry Buttons pressed ignited sky Carbonised to crumble dry First the west and then the east Named the other as the beast Targets west meant Trident east Paper lived though flesh deceased Man and...

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Haiku The rose of yesterday Has lost allure Since it was put in a vase A cypress unwraps When someone expires Says the legend A tulip sways in Dutch pasture Before being cut Wrapped in cellophane and sold...

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All my older poems called a meeting They don't like what they're seeing As the newer poems are being read they're being left behind At one time they we're top dogs Now just another bump on the log They want to do something about it and feel now is the time So they started every now and then Throwing one of...

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