Poems about draw


№ 1204335

Draw Me Back To You

If you see me drifting away
Back out into the world
Please remember one thing about why I came your way?

Draw me back to you
If you see me heading for a fall.
Draw me back to you.

Send someone to help me through.

To stop my descend
Even if it's a minister or a friend.

Cause I have came to far seeking to be save
And if I should lose my way, it be too big of a price to pay.

Just draw me back to you
Lord I came a mighty long way
So draw me back to you

You have many signs too
Yes, draw me back to you

Draw me
Draw me
Lord I came a mighty long way

You're the light
You're the way


Author: jeffrey conyers
Date: 01/04/2020

№ 1202060

Draw our life

I want to come home
To a bottle of red wine
And you
With a jazz record
And a summer breeze.

Breathing is such an amazing thing

When I hear your heart beat, I'm amazed

I think that's funny

Please, let's make salads
And steaks
And walk down the cobblestone
I want to draw our life

draw,  life.

Author: Olivia King
Date: 30/03/2020

№ 1200553

When Wild Things Draw Near

Sitting on my porch in the early morning
An Inca dove flew to a ledge where
A succulent had just been watered.
She sipped from the edge of the pot,
Cocking an eye at me occasionally.
After she'd had her fill, she didn't fly away,
But looked at me with curiosity.
What a cumbersome ugly creature she probably thought... large. Pale. Bound to the ground like a stone...

But why do we antromorphize the thoughts of wild things? Who knows their
Minds? Only God.

But I like to think that I had a connection with that Inca dove. She didn't fly away for a long time. But peered at me with such a lively interest. She wasn't even afraid as I got up to go back inside. Brave and beautiful are the untamed. Many would say God gave me a chance to look at her.
I'd say God gave her a chance to look at me.

(C) 6/2/2016

draw,  things,  wild.

Author: SГёuЕ‚SurvivГёr
Date: 29/03/2020

№ 1198640

It's okay little one, draw.

Memories fade over time
Everyday you forget something you once knew.
It's not a crime
To remember what you drew
As a child
Your dreams hardly ever mild
So extravagant
I wish I could remember
What I drew as a child too.


Author: Luna Elora
Date: 27/03/2020

№ 1197305

Draw Bridge

It was in a dream, no a nightmare, or maybe not
But it doesn't really matter
The idea took hold of my imagination in my sleep
Swaying on a draw bridge, you know the tale we all know
Rain shattering on the darkness of my inner eyelids
And the barely held together steps simultaneously danced in the wind
And held me back from turning this dream to a barely escapable fall
But my nightmare in my bridge made of imperfections surfacing
With each step realizing that I had a choice to keep moving forward towards an idea of perfection
Turn back to a memory of stability
And each step held me a little longer
Offering the polaroids of safety that they took on more clear days
Each one was a little more clear and hold me much longer
And as i take more and more steps, finding it too far to turn around to familiarity
This must be growing up
I won't burn my bridge because of memories and mistakes
But keep moving forward to strengthen it with success
And lessons
Next time i visit you, draw bridge in my head
I'll be able to go between my idea of perfection and stability

bridge,  draw.

Author: Linguistic Play
Date: 26/03/2020

№ 1183454

Draw The Lumberjack

Draw The Lumberjack

His toque screamed French Canadian,
Jacques perhaps, prominent nose
Broken in a brawl over a woman named Suzette or
A close brush with a widow maker,
Bloody Niagara soaking his flannel shirt,
Dripping from the delta of lines describing
A beard reeking of cigarettes and bug dope
Trimmed, if he trimmed at all,
With a sliver of band saw blade
Stuck fast in a lump of tree gum,
Whiskers, after all, affording
A degree of protection from clouds of black flies,
One twinkling eye nesting in a profile
Crinkled by wood smoke and ribald
Bunkhouse jokes, widening in mock surprise
At a sour note from a squeezebox broken
On a drunken Saturday night,
Fanciful elements I avoided drawing
In a slow, steady hand, embellishment
Sure to queer my chances with the juror
Poised to swing a bottle of champagne
Against the stern of my boat
Load of God-given talent, a launch
I await patiently after all these years
Taking a break from the two man
Cross cut saw, smoking
In the shade of all these doomed trees.

draw,  lumberjack.

Author: Dave Hardin
Date: 13/03/2020

№ 1182194

Draw Me In

I'm drawn to you...
Not like fish are to the sea, or fire is to the wick of a candle,
No, I am drawn to you like a moth is to the flame, like a viking is to a bloody war.
I am drawn to you, despite the danger because I know in my heart that is where I belong and where I need to be, even if it ends up killing me.


Author: Britney Lyn
Date: 12/03/2020

№ 1176627

I draw monsters

I draw monsters.
Faceless, too many arms, disfigured, sharp teeth.
I draw monsters because they're fun.
Some skinny, some wide, some tall, some very very tiny.
I draw monsters because they're easy to do.
They start to look more like me however.
Somewhere along the twisted images start to remind me of myself.
I draw monsters because I relate to suffering.
Being twisted and evil.
Eternally in agony.
I draw monsters because I am one

draw,  monsters.

Author: Bjarke
Date: 07/03/2020