Scuttles Poems - Poems about Scuttles

...A soft breeze blows a leaf It scuttles and scurries across the porch Brown and shriveled, looks a bit like an oak leaf Dead, yet still able to move in the wind I can hear another hearty gale from......Read the rest...

...When I Google you, I recognize the struggles and muggles you face, I recognize the brutalities and the scars from decades of suppression and oppression which you endure; The broken promises, faili......Read the rest...

... september slips in as asters wave in the breeze . . . farewell to summer october’s crisp days mountains’ gold and crimson blaze . . . my marveling gaze november’s wind wails a lone leaf ......Read the rest...

...the abandoned shack looks miserable and forlorn standing amid brambles and weeds in an unkempt field her porch boards creak ominously as we walk across them Some of the end boards have disintegrat......Read the rest...

...I sit in the warm sand and watch as the sun slides down the sky. From bright to dark, stark to muted, bleached, coloured, black. The dark shadows marched across the beautiful landscape to destinati......Read the rest...

...Cosmic Fruit or Anyway the wind blows I thought one day I shall not It is as fast as a bullet and as fair as there-fore I am When soft haze scuttles a quiet bay at no time to unwind I said I'd......Read the rest...

...Types of fall We all taste the physical one After Earth’s Gravity has won, With zest we rush at the fallen, No big deal there, so no stalling “You’re okay! Please, don’t mind the slip” That i......Read the rest...

...Musing with Caren Krutsinger’s musings. I love our dear poet’s imagination. Thank you, Caren for allowing me to use your poem and a few phrases from your poem. Used poem by permission. My Fo......Read the rest...

...If I was hungry I would devour that creepy thing I think. It is something tasty that crawled out of my sink You don’t even know what it is my friend says. She is persnickety and picky, my pal Inez......Read the rest...

... Mind often makes a circuitous pilgrimage Sliding down and going up the banisters of time As I hear the grating sound of worn stairs behind Memories come darting in and out of shado......Read the rest...

...salt crusted fish bone caught within tangled seaweed... high tide offering hermit crab scuttles erratically on sand... waving eyes on stalks opened mouthed seashells coated with wind ......Read the rest...

...The children are being led like cattle across the grounds. They have yellow life jackets on and are holding on to rings around a rope. They are surrounded by grownups (a funny word). The childre......Read the rest...

...when war approaches, miles away it scuttles sideways like a crab or creeps slowly, slowly and slowly like a reptile, with holocaust claws; a quick eye sees, a smart heart reads, at dista......Read the rest...

...Our God who lives, flows in waters, drifts in clouds and glows in snow, flashes silver fish in shallows, darts in darkness round the rocks, blooms afresh as showers bring flowers, freshens scen......Read the rest...

...Oh, how we watch a town go by! Pieces of life wrapped against the elements, going somewhere, always going somewhere. From this upper window, my eye is a searchlight, sweeping the streetscape. ......Read the rest...