Spillway Poems - Poems about Spillway

...my cup of honesty tipped over into the spillway I watched her get sucked under the rocks there was nowhere to turn no savior was coming I had to release my preconceived ideals maybe tomorrow I t......Read the rest...

...in this dark nocturnal quadrant there would be sleep. but you insist insomnia, thinking random things. what other fun would you find in yourself? I mean, something that would avoid the rest, pe......Read the rest...

...I STAND I STEPPED IN AN AQUATIC SPILLWAY OF A DREAM LAKE Dream lake head waters Thing of lacquer Engaging lacquering Full of shallows Silent lac I stand I stepp......Read the rest...

...From a gem-encrusted window’s moonlit sash, I peer vacantly on monetesque impressions, as they wander every ink shade hue pathway. bag lady street hail loner, water colour lachrymose plight, ......Read the rest...

...his last gasp was quite lengthy trying to go out with a bang as usual a rationalist manifesto covering his face accompanied by a cotton field work song his grip went slack under the torrent of im......Read the rest...

...Every form of life has it's walls, nothing, no one stands alone some are trees, brush, branch, twig and wood and bark some are mortar and stone, mere workers flesh and bone others lay in memori......Read the rest...

...Under the Willow tree Is where I can be found. Under the Willow tree Is where I drowned, In rubber stems that touch the ground. With leaves so green and profound. Underneath it's canopy, there......Read the rest...

...4/28/16 Above the basement And pavement Yet adjacent To anything covalent Right or wrong Close or beyond Weak or strong And either short or long As well as upset or calm Broken or a s......Read the rest...

... L ovely metallic lady lost in Aisle Eight, O n a rubbled spillway frightened and alone. V ehicular damage on fore and aft flanks; E legant figure now ravaged by......Read the rest...

...Faith is a powerful thing Faith in Him was about to fade, Absolute darkness and weary jade, In my head and heart though lived a spark, The dying hope flew as high as skylark, His enormou......Read the rest...

...'Camp Chippewa, ' its tennis and rifle range, X-Class sailing, And classic 'Old Town' canvas covered wooden canoes, Not the low-class aluminum canoes of a 'Camp Thunderbird.' Cass Lake - garden ......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Securely bound within these the shackles of darkness!? Submerged aneath their versions mirky waters Swirling inside merely moments, left afore d......Read the rest...

...A needle in a haystack I am Lost, beyond the boundary of my being. It is a tiny universe you say Finite from infinite end to infinite end And still no bigger than the one Whose voice wrote the words ......Read the rest...

...Love was available yesterday Oh how I long for archway Leading to doorway Sweet heyday Love Seemingly a little more risque' Was love, long for past spillway Leading to doorway Sweet heyday Dove Whe......Read the rest...