Though Poems - Poems about Though

I like you the five-year-old said Even if you have a long hair growing out of your chin I laughed, thinking this was a joke Until I looked in the mirror Who knew old women grow long chin hair? Now...Read the rest...

Autumn walks into trees, the scent of bonfires makes him shake — leaves coming free, blast the stay — make him sway — before Winter's tone — and I'm haunted too from his once colored hues; she's dying in the growth but there...Read the rest...

Our steps echo on different paths, though we tread the same ground, Each destiny has its own magic, its own constellation of falling stars, Another's success is a chimera that disintegrates in my hands, Like smoke rising towards...Read the rest...

My Particles are arrested, Solitary, confined, and all together Quit invested In hope. My childlike wonder ran ablaze With firey sparks and My mind was in a daze. There are such precious moments sprinkled, like gitter, among the trauma and scars...Read the rest...

Though no political pundit, nevertheless... I trumpet the withdrawal of democratic contender from out the presidential race. Breaking headline news story courtesy rumor monger premieres showcasing emphatic groundswell against feeble minded incumbent. Extraordinary turn of current events immediately enlivens the United States populace injecting...Read the rest...

Even thought I love you My dear Father For have made me With your holy hands Many years ago Yes I am glad that I can live my life the way I want every single day AIso I need to live my life...Read the rest...

I still watch, Even though I swore myself not to. But I dared to still do. To see, If he is really trying his best, Or just trying his best for her....Read the rest...

Though a Democrat, I play the devil's advocate... after reading the article (published in the July + August 2024 issue of Mother Jones) titled Raging bull - Donald Trump's pugilistic spokesman has taken campaigning to a whole new level of low. Beyond...Read the rest...

Though I am but a Janitor Roger White A dim yellow light filters the tiny room with shadow and pale glow. In a bucket - trickle, splash, whirl, woosh, trickle. The door groans and quietly latches. Wheels squeak, rubber...Read the rest...

Nothing to see so little to hear speak and be silenced. Smells peculiar... Are my thoughts even mine? Everything is glorious in the shadows of night Bright lights that dim truth all sparkle and dreamy City of savage fun and instant...Read the rest...

I never liked Can't I be Somewhat I guess not? Haven't you heard My name twice? I guess not What have I done Maybe some Some much I am sor-...Read the rest...

Even though I am not the best writer, with metaphors and making people guess, I know, that as the lead comes off with bigger and smaller alphabets, flying of the lines, and being small I know...Read the rest...

And, never cede shall be the battle cry as London braces ‘neath a screaming tide. Though flames from hell kept falling from the sky, tenacity was not to be denied. Relentless fire, with no relief in sight, would taunt...Read the rest...

Slaves to Righteousness continued But thanks to God that, though you used to be slaves to sin, you wholeheartedly obeyed the form of teaching to which you are now entrusted. You have been set free from sin...Read the rest...

He didn’t recall events, But remembered my name Dementia clouded reality Nothing ever the same But, still, we did all together He depended on me…and, I depended on him; Strange how that was in the end ...Read the rest...