Acorn Poems - Poems about Acorn

...Invisibly tortured courtesy existential nihilism Psyche wracked with agony impossible mission to extricate lovely bones they wanna remain permanently abed. I chiefly function to amass knowled......Read the rest...

...As I was headed home, a squirrel Passed me going south. I noticed him because he had An acorn in his mouth. Since winter’s not approaching, I am curious to know If squirrels still amass a sta......Read the rest...

...Jewel layer templates gilded upstream sigh winsome eyelet skimmed scorning dawn orb Delphic mustard sketch on sapphire sequins Appalachian awning bearing flimsy nuggets surreal slender st......Read the rest...

...Dotty doggy duo, daily derring-do, descending leaves decorating yard, Beau-black as coal, brown-eyed batty Gus, barking brazenly, bounding, both bonkers? a boisterous, "You betcha!" Kings of......Read the rest...

...LIFE CYCLE The leaf looked up to see all its brothers and sisters waving in the late summer breeze. From low hanging branches to those touching the sky, all were green, but with a hint of autumnal......Read the rest...

...Squirrel perched on fence waiting to retrieve lost acorn......Read the rest...

...Pine needles bow in the wind, considerate hosts, as I enter the brief forest. Pine cones throw their great bodies with effort from the branches, following their acorn cousins down into the soft ......Read the rest...

...It’s cold beneath the fallen leaves the worms slow wriggle falls to sleep the tartan now a yellowed sash consumed by winter’s icy creep the rustle in the leaves just wind as squirrels wrap the......Read the rest...

...If you enter through The rusty back gate Messily labeled 105 and Walk thirty steps to your right, You will come across A beaten path Overgrown with forgotten weeds And the remnant leaves of a......Read the rest...

...Give me dust Give me soil Give me grubby knees grass stains and bruises Give me sand in my hair and bugs on my shirt Fruit flies butterflies ladybugs and ants The caterpillars falling from ......Read the rest...

...Clutching the moment Before yesterday became yesterday, The promise, Before he pledged his love to me, The colors, Before autumn waltzed away, Swaying in shadows of soft snowfall, Breathing ......Read the rest...

... An Autumn wind blew an acorn from the paws of a squirrel right into the pond without so much as a twirl Then the wind knocked down a sapling that had recently sprouted ca......Read the rest...

...Digging my own grave synonymous with a sense of accomplishment Quite an undertaking to break ground figuratively, and symbolically linkedin while able bodied and mindedness readies cemetery pl......Read the rest...

...it’s not its striking unique slate of tones as if vincent had risen from his century long sleep it is not nature’s rich hypnotic melodies or the slim fingers of gusts touches our very cores ......Read the rest...

...Acorn hair please the squirrel said as she scooted into the chair Same color or shape or both? Asked the beautician named Mare. Whatever you can do, but it has to be done exactly right. Because at......Read the rest...