Backyards Poems - Poems about Backyards

...Here I am, Shake & Bake in the Far Out West where they now smoke down and out, their new front yards as Lava Lady is Liquid Dating our backyards getting her d......Read the rest...

...When I was young, I liked to play With other kids on my block. To backyards, front yards, everywhere, For fun, we would all flock. Every sport and game we played, When one kid on a losing stre......Read the rest...

... Remember when we used to play In our backyards every day We built castles in the sand And chased each other hand in hand Remember when we used to laugh At silly jokes and photogra......Read the rest...

...The summer was always so much fun -- When we were young -- We'd jump fences and run through backyards -- when we were young -- Boys were icky and really gross too -- when we were young -- Be......Read the rest...

... a movement catches my eye a flutter a flash of blue &I focus on the build&beak shape &wings that say to me a blue bird but, I look more closely there is......Read the rest...

...Down the dirt road of the old farm village, where the sun sinks low, casting long shadows, each weathered cottage tells its silent tale. Creaking porch swings, paint chipped and peeling, invite......Read the rest...

... Back then, backyards were big enough to nurture a growing soul and provide a space for the earth to play out its seasons in full rehearsal. There were wide tracks of grass, trees to climb......Read the rest...

...Awaits for every moment, Counts every minute, In search of the perfect timing Dream deeply through hours, Replenish memories, of happy ones. And sad ones. Wishes that cannot be defined As ......Read the rest...

...A loving place where I did once dwell but will never be allowed to return You are the spring that feeds the stories I tell the keeper of the things that I have learned Each step I take is fille......Read the rest...

... I heard a rich whistling sing-song echoing from the trees rising and falling and flashes of bright orange color the bird was sturdy with a thick neck and long legs he had a very s......Read the rest...

...There are actual people half woman half man running mornings and dream people in movies half language half light. Tomorrow is John’s funeral. * * * This is my minute my moment Oops......Read the rest...

...Almost evening. The smell of seaweed hanging on whispers coming up from the beach. I sit in the backyard, rearranging thoughts, trying to fit shapes into what's missing in that vast mosaic I ha......Read the rest...

...It's in the suburbs it has crawled out of the concrete towers the 'it' men, the skinny rat-men killers mostly but good boys. They want a Glock a black time-bomb ticking clock, they want to be l......Read the rest...

...seeing the backyards of America AMTRAK......Read the rest...

...On this day, hummingbird's and cardinal's are signing aloud, flying all around me setting sail with a fall breeze filling my lungs full of fresh air. The cat's and dog's are all out relaxing and runn......Read the rest...