Take A Picture Poems - Poems about Take A Picture

... Our love took off even though our wings were too fragile to fly. Neither knew it would take us soaring into the sky. With hearts full of love, our spirits ascend. Ignoring advice given a......Read the rest...

...AFTER THE PARTY After the party I awoke on a desert island At least I thought so, with the blinding sun And a view of all those swaying palm trees Well, perhaps it was me who was swaying My he......Read the rest...

...The weeds have sheathed the garden from its care as more nails than wood appear of a house lacking adjectives. A sun liberated from scathing entrapment amongst an overburdened forest whose boughs are......Read the rest...

...I stare into the soul of death: She has eyes like nothing I have seen before, And she exhibits her wrath by staring right back. She knows what she is doing—cold; Merciless. Her body coils aroun......Read the rest...

...Her name was Charlie And she is what I’d call poetry In the way that dreamers hope to capsule up and be immortalized beyond the two hands that control it all A wildflower twisted up with a messy......Read the rest...

...When my earthquakes everything I'm trying to circus balance on my last ounce of positive will the Jenga begins to fall But there are a couple of things that calm me down before the rubble of anxiet......Read the rest...

... I endure my arrogance like a leftover twin absorbed during gestation, seeing myself in everything, not only the eyes that watch me back-rocking to flip my house right-side up. What’s le......Read the rest...

...Thoughts freeze, heart pulsates, as our souls so tango dance, having eyes for no other. Enigmatic space delights as seeds of love bloom, enriching the universe.......Read the rest...

...Pristine walls surround me, as the beeping hurts my ears. My vision blurs once more, and within moments I'm wheeled somewhere I can only describe as deafening. A young girl around my age scream......Read the rest...

...A portrait of a perfect house with flaken gold . An image by a renaissance man talant without a family. The inevitable imagination creates a story yet it could never picture a home, merely a tale......Read the rest...

...The dark spill muddied my canvas: Made its mess, dislocated light And thoughtful lines to the edges While it claimed the center for spite. It seemed like all was wrecked. The time I'd wor......Read the rest...

...“The wild beasts of the desert shall also meet with the wild beasts of the island, and the satyr shall cry to his fellow; the screech owl also shall rest there and find for Lilith a place of rest." I......Read the rest...

... My mouth is full of fizzy liquid, my toungue is tickling vivid. Even though my dark circles under the eye, are deep within my following breath, they lie. The ground is scretchy, Are with the b......Read the rest...

...The saddest, maddest children usually find their way to my office. I am the school counselor. They arrive on their own, knocking, or just running in. I always ask if they have permission. Some do......Read the rest...

...I awoke to the sounds of music that fires up my day Time to get moving and go outside and play Life as so many wonderful things to enjoy Gathering up the troops and the dog , we are ready to deplo......Read the rest...