Tarpaulin Poems - Poems about Tarpaulin

...In the rain some people are salt. Then, dissolving like one they should halt: That God had okayed Rainfall no fault; My challenge to delay Destined Vault… The coldest rains could invite that va......Read the rest...

...The sun has sunk the moon was nearing lumber smoke tarpaulin vermillion shine touch our hearts shades of strain exhaust the space as the aroma of harvest time rejuvenate your he......Read the rest...

...It was thought the young whale was pregnant confused as she was and out of her depth. They waded into the river to help, floated rubber rafts to buoy her up. Marine experts posited ways to kee......Read the rest...

...I met him often, when he was young, like a pride palm tree, He charmed and hypnotized his cobra, and made him wave, free; His puffed flute fit into his mouth, making mallow music, The crowd hailed......Read the rest...

...once more the rainbow paints in anthracite colour graphite expressions of grave charcoaled remains the lost beauty of obscure pastels is shadowed in pain the horizon threatens rational geo......Read the rest...

...Thoughts of the past beneath trees shade deep sighs as leaves rain above relax ambience. A mountain gravel path laced in pigments freckle crimson, copper, and honey gold striking cr......Read the rest...

...Seed - scattered strewn or downtrodden. Grain stuck on passive flytrap mucus. Wild life biomes ripe with open sesame. Frantic birth pangs stiffen their gestations as green leaf ferments bubble u......Read the rest...

...Hot. Hot. Hot. It’s so hot out here, I’m taking off all me clothes. Gonna connect it to the tap And got under a cold hose. I jiggle my bits about, Which is not a pretty sight. But it is my own......Read the rest...

...Shadows are but sign posts, fleeting moment capsules, brown leaf portent creeper‘s auto-pilot, tarpaulin-sky mist draped on ancient chapel spire, worship at the coat tail of a wrinkled orange r......Read the rest...

...Red undulating plain. Blue tarpaulin. Little orange tree. Rice Red Cross On my plate. Rohingya mouth. This yellow dal. Journalists, but Admire My agony Distress pictures Better......Read the rest...

...Awaiting bristled whisper of ghost jounced leaves Lain gazing galaxies far from terra's tarpaulin roof Exciting diamonds claw for cosy navy ink reprieve Hark my insignificance in succinct majest......Read the rest...

...It was thought she was pregnant confused as she was and out of her depth. They waded into the river to help. They floated rubber rafts to buoy her up. Marine experts posited ways to keep her b......Read the rest...

...Trial and Terror Tim had tried most everything else waiting hoping procrastinating meditation introspection ‘extro-neglection’ defence contraptions of all sorts and the whole self......Read the rest...

...Friday the thirteen Is the day when ancient sailors meet in silent jubilation on the island of Saragossa, they walk to the island’s highest top and when the fog lifts, can see strange ships out ......Read the rest...

...COLOR Color is an agent, Of beauty, We use it in beautifying, Our body. It’s like flowers, It’s used in decorating our Buildings. It’s like perfumes, It add value to our, Body, and it is ......Read the rest...