Paneled Poems - Poems about Paneled

...I met an old man in Atlantic City, in a library by the shore Through the glass, the ocean shimmered, he couldn't ask for more He said he'd been retired since his wife had passed away His kid......Read the rest...

...I met a Megalodon who beckoned “Welcome to the herd!” I heard this lot was wily but to me this sounds absurd Undeterred I approached the powers that be to see if it were true But the powers t......Read the rest...

...Stuffed heads on imposing walls beady glass eyes, glare. The house is stuffed with horns, tusks, fangs, and jowls. Many a taxidermic glower, gazes down, with a moth-farmed visage. Slaughtere......Read the rest...

...The trappings of a Poet … or being a Poet They’re each something different remote and distinct The tweed jacket wood paneled image deceiver Lays claim to what only —enlightenment inks ......Read the rest...

...I was a whimsical, interior designer, bringing colors and joy into living spaces, Subtly changing neighborhoods and lives, like vibrant arcs the rainbow traces. People were as dissimilar as their......Read the rest...

...Since I was a very small girl I have dreamed of a house.A house chock full of treasures that I would idly rummage through.Here I would find a cupboard full of quilts,beautiful elbow length teal leath......Read the rest...

...The paneled green door opens to a sea of blooms- purple passion fumes A garden door to still bliss at the edge of wilderness.......Read the rest...

...This is my modern English translation of a French poem by Voltaire, one of my all-time favorite writers. The poem is followed by two translations of epigrams by Voltaire. Les Vous et Les Tu (“You,......Read the rest...

...Heavy pressures of fame were getting to me, since I was world famous, And desperately needed a getaway, as a rainbow sometimes detains us. I was a successful performer, and ardent press went wher......Read the rest...

...Within an overplay of paneled oak and illumination fittingly low, set upon a table, its style baroque a lighted candle, its shimmering glow plays an unopened bottle of Bordeaux Distant soft mu......Read the rest...

...The elevator opened on the 46th floor, to a small foyer and one plain, grey door The door opened and a young girl, 10ish, in a blue, polo, tennis dress, said, “Hi! I’m Karen, you must be Anais. Wi......Read the rest...

...It was one stop on the highway along a long desert road. Billy said, “wake up”. I thought it was some kind of code. I stumbled out into the sun's glare; if there was an answer I didn't see ......Read the rest...

...Love is curling up against your humming form In the carpeted corner of a carefully soundproofed room The soaring notes are meant for only these two hearts These paneled walls built to hold sensati......Read the rest...

...CHILD ABUSE: PSYCHOLOGICAL INCEST. Didn't I clap when you wanted me to and smile when I felt like crying, and eat more through it all for love's sake? Didn't I cry when I should have run aw......Read the rest...

...As the second hand ticks away my breaths a half-clad moon catches my eye. Was a time when I might've seen the ghost of half-eaten melon, but I'm older now, my thoughts less spry. Dark fear's hob......Read the rest...