Feed Poems - Poems about Feed

...“Put on the dauntless spirit of resolution”. ~ By William Shakespeare Meet this dweller of the icy continent Among the few, he is the chief occupant Out in that territory, it is freezing cold ......Read the rest...

...Turn to me, ohh ! Little ONE Turn to me, If loving you is a crime So let US be the murderS that killed time In just a matter of seconds. you whom i would behold till the dawn of time! Allow me......Read the rest...

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...My garden backs onto a farm Which shouldn’t cause any alarm With so much fresh air I’m glad I live there And only one thing spoils its charm I feed the birds and feral cats At night ......Read the rest...

...One, two, buckle my shoe, a lesson to be learned; Three, four, and so many more - times the world has turned. Cross the laces, make some loops, feed the laces through; Tighten the......Read the rest...

...Love is magic, love is truth, When I first met you, then I knew; I recognised your soul from my youth, Not this life, another one that I’ve outgrew. You felt like home, I had this memory, That......Read the rest...

...Skin so soft as it's been left untouched. Love woven baskets so full, but still no one to receive my seeds of love. Thoughts of spoiled parts which tempt invalid ideas, invoking false belief that th......Read the rest...

...baby elephants stay with their mothers their whole lives they follow them for miles, hiding in the maternal shade of large, floppy ears, perfect for listening to their cries. so why, mom, did ......Read the rest...

...Its a fanfare day feed into my dream if you want to all this love and nomenclature is just a trying zone I sit with our lives preen shelter our days will be blowing pear nosed we are unw......Read the rest...

...In those days we had to make do and mend. Milk bottles we would rinse out and return. Kellogg’s cartons we collect for children to cut and paste and learn creative art. Rinsed food cans collected......Read the rest...

...These days, actors and singers serve my catapult mayhem, sometimes they are catalyst too! I sing in between their lines of songs their churned up recorded whims, hums, and candid cataracts! And......Read the rest...

...HowIwish,"SoMeOne",noticed. Dandelion they call them here, Candle light lay,fall Sam sincere. He told me that I am it, ,,She sold-.she..", cat I lie Sam: ,, rid of it". Me, fold, see rat......Read the rest...

...Drooping petals of ermine white mark end of winter days. Then there follows the purple bright of first saffron displays. Our world of dismal grey departs as comes the colour show to raise th......Read the rest...

... "Artificial Iris" Orwell was lurking in the background, somewhere; the dream was eerily familiar, the words and their meanings, read in Syntax, once read between pa......Read the rest...

...My Land This is my land. I will cultivate, love, and cherish my land. I will choose when Spring will come, I will choose my own Husbandman, I will choose if there be none, I will choose ......Read the rest...