Paul Poems - Poems about Paul

During a terrible New England squall A young blade named Paul escaped a brawl Ran to a public box to make a phone call Asked his mum to pick him up outside the mall She was out with friends,...Read the rest...

I’m bringing out the songs lingering inside as patrons in the bar gaze at me— I’ve been waiting for this night for the last two days. I am looking for the stars while singing from my heart. I sing I’ve Just Seen a...Read the rest...

Out of sleight, out of hand, out of the box, a spiral that always circled, hawk-like. I could lock eyes with the brain that created it. Investigative...Read the rest...

Outside the dining room window separated by a canopy of grape vines and a small patch of grass, was a corrugated iron fence weathered to a dull glaze of rust and covered by a trellis on which a...Read the rest...

unknown like undress into a once was state tangle ~ to become ~ risk unbecoming... lightning bolt struck skull constricted...Read the rest...

What a magnificent servant you were, serving God and man in plight, Nothing but your quiet demeanor to disarm the most cantankerous and disagreeable alike. You served the church, a beacon in the storm, Your gentle voice is a balm...Read the rest...

Paul Come to me now It is time for us To climb the stairway to heaven It will take us all the way to heaven When we get there Our father will open the door And he will let us In heaven I will...Read the rest...

I do not know what's on your mind I cannot ask, we are confined To silence You maybe want to share and chat And tell your thoughts Of this and that So locked we are in soundless pose Held secrets of our...Read the rest...

He's a bassist, not a drummer, a naval hero, not a plumber - John Paul Jones....Read the rest...

All the things to recall Trapped within a labyrinth Giving dead eye stares Of disapproval and encouragement No bubbles for up and out Or airflow to get bearings Just a maze With a gaze That stops me In my tracks I know I'm...Read the rest...

We needed one more day in Bangor for three simple reasons why… to see Stephen King’s House, take a photo with Paul Bunyan and to eat the first of many a Whoopie Pie. At Stephen King’s house...Read the rest...

It's deep blue, we're submerged Thoughts are bubbles, feelings purged It's short term memory, life span Repeating circles, since time began We're wrong place, right plane Shafts of dark, but light remains Labrynthine world, yet open space Blind eye staring blind eye...Read the rest...

You can draw me in But I'm always in the blank space The void of "just stepped outside" Though my hand could rub the ink Maybe I'll sit staring at stained fingertips Proving I was there, made an impact Even changed...Read the rest...

sink beneath the surface every time goaded same event distorted until colour coded and always bedraggled and gasping for air terrified that this is actually fair failings cascade like works of art brokeness perfectly playing it's part around each hell bubble...Read the rest...

The Abduction of the Daughters of Leucippus (By Peter Paul Rubens, Flemish painter, 1577 - 1640) Even in “high art” a painting’s integrity will sometimes be placed in jeopardy. Such is the case in this masterwork by Rubens which...Read the rest...