Tramp Poet
Tramp Poet archive of published lines and poems on Linespedia.
"Hunted Game Eerie howling of bitter wind matches, complements the wolves moonlight shadows on fresh falling snow. Wind biting, attacks exposed flesh breath sharp, forms from frozen vapor end is near ..."
"Wonder Land?A dark star shimmerswinks in a sky silver, not blue.A morning made of setting sunbows to evening of yellow hue.Trees perhaps, whose roots are upforeign water, crimson over head.Seems odd t..."
"Is It Not?Catching her at the sinkhands trapped in soapy water.Mine caress from behindlaughing, she can’t get away.Tis love, is it not?Busy with honey-do choresneeding help, I call her name.She answer..."
"Melting TogetherThe moon a silver crescentpromise of shadow about.Weeping willow kisses Magnoliaon our path we stroll.Evening birds call lovecrickets and frogs sing along.Tis evening at our pondholdin..."
"Lingers So the kiss, she lingers feeling of body, warmth skin to skin, sweet love. Soft softly, slowly oh so very slowly the kiss lingers so... the touch sets fire burning with crisp desire world, o..."
"I Know I have known the despair of losing one’s child. The hopelessness, the anguish the inability to act. I have known the pain of being homeless. The possession of a key seemingly out of reach. I..."
"Changed Forever This years holiday season seems subdued, somber, even quiet. Haunted by September day of infamy when the world changed forever. Feeling like a lessening... a reservation in spirit an..."
"Extinguished Outback; chilling winter wind on the handicapped ramp where we smoke at work. Was struck by the plight of discarded cigarette driven wild by the gusts. Rolling, bouncing, erratic pas..."
"Harvest Solitary kinda person alone in a crowded space a monk hidden in plain sight. Walking the halls of life part but naught included tis a supernatural life. Striving, working to lose active war ..."
"Last Watch Warrior stands lonely, last watch heavily muscled body in moonlight. Large, lonely absolute sentinel entrusted with comrades dreams. Nary a sound tword wee morn slight rustle within sligh..."