Paint
in Beach Poems
I picked up a brush
and 80 bucks worth of paint.
After a few tries, I know
that kind of artist I ain't.
in Beach Poems
I picked up a brush
and 80 bucks worth of paint.
After a few tries, I know
that kind of artist I ain't.
This poem was so good! I loved how he starts off in the introduction saying he's not a "painting artist." He did completely paint a picture in my head that's up there with some of the greats....
in Sports Poems
It's Friday night,
I've got a game.
We play the Indians,
My best friend's team.
in Sports Poems
I have built this machine with bleeding hands.
I have shaped it to slice the wind.
I have shined it with polish and sweat.
I have balanced it with feel
I love this piece of poetry. It was very touching to read.
in Memorial Day Poems
Brothers and sisters at rest
we never forget
the gift you give
we still receive
I was looking for a Memorial Day Poem to be read at our church on Sunday. The title of this poem spoke to me and not looking at the author I clicked on it. You can't imagine the pride I...
before the bullet it bit
before the candle is lit
before the last call
before the curtain falls
in Husband Poems
i saw a crooked man today
old and wrinkled and gray
he walked a crooked walk
his jaw made a crooked talk