Transpiring Poems - Poems about Transpiring

...I woke up at midnight, thinking that I would be at another place But reality was staring me once more in my naked face Everyone has come and gone, leaving me stretched thin on the dry lawn an......Read the rest...

...I am just coming off the big stage that was erected for this vibrant age. The energy is still lingering in the ground and the honey bees are still buzzing around; something special took place at unit......Read the rest...

...Every time I look into your eyes you make me want to smile, every time I look into your eyes, I see something that is deep and no one else can compete; the universe is running after thee and they can......Read the rest...

...I lay silently in the night Wondering what is transpiring on the other side; the consistent Rambling of the traffic above me Shakes the ceiling and everything that lies within The traffic kept ......Read the rest...

...Rust gathers dust, as time gathers age I'm the same person on a different page Far too intent on what feels fair and just As time gathers age, rust gathers dust Too much taken in, I don't sta......Read the rest...

...You sit there year after year looking at me as if you don’t care, you sit there picking your nose and smelling your polished toes, time is on your hand and you have got to leave that man, the whole r......Read the rest...

...I ripped the curtain from the window to have a good view of what was transpiring outside, someone must have fallen from the roof top and lay dead on the road side, a little crowd had gathered around ......Read the rest...

...They met at the foot of the tree when the temperature was minus zero degrees, the wind was blowing, the trees were shaking, and her body was subdued in the cold. She has been living at the foot of th......Read the rest...

...I wander through the days and nights with my mind set on a luxury apartment on the block, I have been saving to buy it for more than a decade because nobody can live in it. I don’t know if it’s h......Read the rest...

...Give me a dawn stilled by mist, a gray haze unrisen. The shimmer of nocturnal lamps held high. A time for tree magic; a quite majesty, all growth halted, transpiring not, but held within a my......Read the rest...

...The dignitaries are passing through the town in big Limonene and long gowns. They are throwing five hundred dollars bills on the ground and the people are running all around. Children are running ......Read the rest...

...He stood in front of the open door pacing upon down the fifth floor with hands rubbing into each other and eyes penetrating the hill. He was sending a silent message to universe to reverse the dreadf......Read the rest...

...Writing a poem keeps me grounded; It’s what I accomplish each day. With stimuli I am surrounded, Providing so much I can say. Responding to Nature’s inspiring As well as the news that that I r......Read the rest...

...Oh, how I wish that phone booths did still exist, so that you could call me up and tell me again how much it’s me that you miss Remember back the way you used to do? When you were scared of someone ......Read the rest...

...It has been there for many centuries before the world began, it has served the Egyptians well and has taken the lion out of the den, the British was in it, the Puritan have mastered it, the Babyloni......Read the rest...