Scrutinising Poems - Poems about Scrutinising

..."Well to a certain degree yes I really don’t want to impose. I’m getting used to my deprivation." As this strangely odd conversation began I couldn’t help but notice several book......Read the rest...

...I spoke those words impulsively, I didn't think them through, And now I disagree with me, Knowing you do too. We analysed at the same time, simultaneously conclude, Scrutinising my own min......Read the rest...

...I encourage her in so many ways, highlight her talents, minimise insecurities, tell her over and over again ‘she’s got this!’ I’d never dare champion myself, be in such awe; have the audacity of self......Read the rest...

...piercing eyes of wisdom soul searching in depth the intensity of the stare her soul is scrutinising mine summer is climbing over spring in our steps vines of my thoughts clambering over her ......Read the rest...

...scrutinising eyes of the female dog transparent paws under the naked tree shedding green leaves i am exposed muddy brown water from the yellow river he is shaking delirious she is selling pi......Read the rest...

...Stuffed Toys And Boardgames A tinker mending clockwork trains And other broken things, Peered over his wiry spectacles Scrutinising unwound springs. Between the jars ......Read the rest...

...not looking hearing or speaking nailed by the side of the humming naked ocean at the feet waving beating crashing reincarnating in every eternal moment rampant rivers of love crescendoing remna......Read the rest...

...You're my miniature Messiah, You're my temporary saint. You naively think you own me And have a right to voice complaint. You tell me I'm the sinner, And chastise the things I do. But to demonise th......Read the rest...

...Success induces affinity, a sense of familiarity, recognition. Similarly it instigates mysticism and scepticism: all based on ‘intuition’. Thoughts accumulated without reason, nor justified percept......Read the rest...

...As I walked on the road Ragged, rocky and raw, The Sun had beat down, midday high and bright I was travelling down, on the straight route, alone except for the whistling wind, which sometimes p......Read the rest...