Flea Poems - Poems about Flea

...Polar bear angel on a winter’s day Glided out of sight with my cousin Ray Ray is a flea, so most did not see him there I heard his singing voice in the cool light air The swan sleigh they took ......Read the rest...

...He began a voyage to a land afar, But on every step in his journey, he shrunk. He wanted to go to a far distant star, But soon diminished to the size of a skunk. He climbed up on a slippery ......Read the rest...

... What in tarnation is reincarnation Could we come back as a piece of toast? Or do you think that death is just that The end, it's over, adios? Some get passionate about the subject ......Read the rest...

...I go to bed at three, I usually wait beneath the plum tree, That tree is useless like my name, You and I are in a blissful game! You are too sweet for me, Never lived inside me as if you were ......Read the rest...

... Behold sequestered by the sea, not whale, nor seal, nor small sand-flea. This is the face of old grand Ewe, whom from the cliffs, has come to view. Though slit-eyed stare, gazes at the ocea......Read the rest...

...smoke sour and singed crawls from my lips. too deep I did go, now I’ve lost my wit. In a graveyard of ticks, I’ve dug my own bed. They drain me alive, then leave me with heads. Detached from th......Read the rest...

...Nibbles McCheesy was ever so speedy And scampering all round the house Trojan the tabby was getting quite crabby For failing to capture that mouse That cowardy custard could not cut the mustard......Read the rest...

... snowy day even so the flea market beckons me ......Read the rest...

...Thoughts drifting through my mind Memories that make me blind To what I have in life today They pull me in and I fade away Back to a time that has long past I retreat to th......Read the rest...

...Children are curious so they ask, why? Adults, when flustered, let out a sigh. We often ask why, when loved ones die, and frequently ask why as we cry. Why was I betrayed by my heartthrob? I w......Read the rest...

... My doubts are grave can I write verse? That will withstand test of endless time Hesitant my thoughts scan universe Will pen craft free verse or maybe rhyme? Often departed poets cross......Read the rest...

...I needed the darkness, to lay low, my mind a mole forever seeking its spectacles. I had to keep striking matches just to see myself. Earth above, earth below and a little itch of heaven like ......Read the rest...

...I find that modern concentration camps are now hygienically focused, fully concentrated upon themselves. There, every glass wall is a two-way mirror for the neatly dressed minds of swamp dwelle......Read the rest...

... who holds the passion eyes who painted the blue skies who Embraces my soul who calls me son daughter ever so he who calls me so beautiful Who rides this above my enemies who has sent......Read the rest...

...Hedgehog, O hedgehog dear spiny, meek and mousy poppet. In England where the tickly grass grows greener we galumph in our rubber boots up to your little Hobbit nests beneath the thorny bushes......Read the rest...