Bark Poems - Poems about Bark

...We are the pigs, mighty mighty pigs, not a stunt. The Iron pigs, we play baseball daily, grunt grunt. We play in Coca Cola Park, long after dark. We are from Allentown, where you can hear our bark......Read the rest...

...Oh the fallen tree No one heard about Striped of bark Laying naked on the ground Lots of bugs crawling about Close your eyes Feel the heat Across your chin ......Read the rest...

... With accompaniment of rain, the tweets pour into my ear. Saturation of sound, mottled bark and sodden moss. Must be the downfall of civilization, heavens tears. In God’s house, psalm’s blessin......Read the rest...

...I don’t speak, I write. I don’t bark, I bite. Though I don't meet your gaze, You're in my mind all of my days. Notes I send each night, Is your response to my delight? You make me think, oh b......Read the rest...

...Here I stand before the scorching sun Braving heat is not fun It takes courage to face the heat That rouses the surge in my heartbeat Another day, another time To brave the world full of ......Read the rest...

...Like a bagel with no hole Like a flag without a pole Like a singer with no soul Like a furnace with no coal Like a gangster with no moll Like a quest without a goal Like a bell that cannot to......Read the rest...

...five dogs are barking it's a contest to see who can bark the loudest......Read the rest...

...The Flower Seller Amelia wares un- cuticled painted nails, She hop scotches a pirate on one leg, Tip-toeing long sun cast morning shadows, beneath billowing hand stitched, salty sails; ......Read the rest...

...Smiling in the street while it thunders, today is the day I let my mind go, I turn my cap inside out, climb up the trees to look below. Fill my pants with leaves and bark, my heart fil......Read the rest...

...crumpled peeling bark exposes trees true beauty without any flaws......Read the rest...

...I cannot sleep so through the aperture I look, The crescent shining a marvellous bright The scenery as if straight out of a book, The sound of the crickets in the dead of the night, A stoic sound......Read the rest...

... Twas daybreak as this bright morn I rose Greeted at breakfast by my darling Rose A brief time together as by seven I've left Out to the garden, the street and then left Along cobbled paths wh......Read the rest...

...Big yellow buses, on days when it rains, Olympus for chips, then waiting for trains, Long summer evenings, with walks in the park, Town Hall, tall chimneys, a Jack Russell’s bark, Open front door......Read the rest...

...Her fair-skinned form is more than I deserve; because her skin is light, and mine is dark, like Tristan and Yseult's love which King Mark forbade, we're banned from passion's sweet prese......Read the rest...

...Beyond the grave of Beni Blue was an aging twisting branching Yew Young Beni liked to play and hide as he did the day he died In a forgotten graveyard corner it grew hiding a doorway known by ......Read the rest...