Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 ·	22-November 00:07:49 AEST

Home

· Micks Shop

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Topics

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

Fun & Games

· Jokes

Reference

· Content

· Search

· Web Links

· All Links

Top

· Top 30

Help This Site

Others

· Recipes

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

A Cobblers Tale

Contributed by newewe on Tuesday, 28th December 2004 @ 04:57:58 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

A Cobblers Tale

White crystal blow anointed from high
On the sheltered soul of will and bone
My home be many miles and in the past
Yet now my pursuit is on the plain
On warmer days to stride was joy
But now the season be not so kind
Alone but for my steed and canine friend
I plod toward what be my dream
To make myself on mountain high
A shelter grand and refuge firm
I dream of trees and beaver tanned
Of streams with fish of ample size
These be the thoughts which move me on
In some past time a cobbler be
The best for miles and work on end
I took great pride in every boot
Leather gleamed in morning sun
And as the boot would leave my door
The owner would smile and tip his brim
Boston was a lovely town
But not within my nightly realms
A sudden start from where i'd been
My pack is full but growing low
The leather souls of buffalo
Have carried me some many miles
Yet now the shards have cut them thin
My toes cry out for heat and home
Blood is dried and caked inside
The blisters ooze I have no salve
Jerky dried from past some days
Is all but gone and bison be no more
I struggle 'gainst thoughts to cease
The goal maintains the striving within
Horizon afar whence begotten succeed
There be not warmth within thy hand
And sleep beckons fore to still the night
So be this then an unmarked grave
Beneath the sun and below the moon

Copyright © newewe ... [ 2004-12-28 16:57:58]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com