Poems About: TELEVISION
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
229.What They Were Never Meant To Explore
I have chances to believe
While my dog drinks his fill of water, and my muse
Is in another house,
Around her, her children as if at a fair- read more »Robert Rorabeck
230.The Mystery Of Word Divine. by Ray Subrata
Thought feeling and sense,
With image and idea divine.
Through word, they reflect and shine. read more »Bazi alis Subrata Ray
231.AE01 Carefull With Those Hands
it's really odd reading news
about women getting paid
for having their behind spank
then turn around, sue spanker read more »Manonton Dalan
232.Be Homely, Though Not Comely
A heroine in celluloid is shown in pomp.
Quick in action, she is snazzy and spicy.
A heroine in a television is shown as homely.
The latter moves our heart and feeds our eyes. read more »Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
233.Woman only lures by image
When a woman in television reads news,
Men survey her features more than her words.
When a man does, women are not keen
For his looks. She is lured by his voice. read more »Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
234.This Girl so unique
With a heart pure as distilled water,
She doesn't mind to cook and cater
As clear as the sweet morning dew
Her thoughts each day appear new. read more »Mysterious Pesudonym Nisha Jalan
There are as many rooms
And as many televisions
As there are family members
In the growing economy. read more »Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
236.The Penumbras Of Their Late Afternoon
All the ghosts up in the equipage
Spitting in harmony:
And now they all sing like the last thoughts of
Birds in a bath, read more »Robert Rorabeck
237.041511H i want to be there
people are running, chasing
man giving away free prizes
i saw one stumble; pushing
ruthless when it comes to read more »Manonton Dalan
238.Be on your own
A cup of tea from your purse,
A glass of wine offered by others,
Which pricks, which sooths? read more »Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
I haven't got a home to keep,
I can see bills written in your face.
I only have the clothes I wear,
You freak about 30 degrees and sales. read more »Kevin Eaglesfield
240.The Calls of A Sunny Winter
Laughing through the calls of a sunny winter:
The sun is leaping like a pony, rambunctiously stealing away
From any gods that it ever knew
In its young life, while last night I saw the brown reservoirs read more »Robert Rorabeck