Beanbag Poems - Poems about Beanbag

... elderly people some with walkers or canes, teams opposite each other, smiling nervously on one side all blue shirts (mostly all) on the other green shirts ......Read the rest...

... NOTE: Just had to bring ol' Barry T. back. As you may remember, he's deffo not a Poe fan, what with his classic poem The Raven portraying ravendom as nothing but a bunch of dimwits who can only say......Read the rest...

...Genie, my dog: She was mixed part Pomeranian part Shih Tzu a female genius with excellent sight wise beyond her years she always knew how to appease me, when I was not feeling right Us......Read the rest...

...*Image of San Francisco Street Neighborhood by Pixabay. A Superb Forenoon This superb forenoon down the avenue, flower gardens, mostly lawns, up this part. Th......Read the rest...

...I’m sitting on a beanbag chair; It’s perfect for my derrière. My back is leaning on the bed, Supporting both my neck and head. My first apartment had one, too. My roommate bought it, for we kn......Read the rest...

...Eleven years later and the young boy from the corner, kept up with his scouting and a leader he’d become, Two people were so proud of every one of his achievements, The leader who first met him, A......Read the rest...

...don’t call him a baby... don’t make fun of his tears... his soul’s tender — he runs and hides, under a chromatic beanbag with a dark emotional spectrum. when he returns to play Sleeping Q......Read the rest...

...Stopped at an Oktoberfest Just to catch the scene - Big steins of beer, a German band, Appropriate cuisine. Some lederhosen wearers Did compete at beanbag toss, Then swigged their pilsners ch......Read the rest...

...In my great room I relax Staring at my surroundings The lighten curio shelters Trinkets of horses and dolphins Atop the curio A Brazilian lady of porcelain Sitting shirtless, her head rest......Read the rest...

...on the beanbag he sleeps curled up circle of fur dry food he crunches by the glass sliding door ever alert looking around leaps five feet of the ground to take a mark between his front paws a......Read the rest...

...MY DREAMER ,HE WEAVES THE WESTERN TUNE, WHILE MY HEART SINGS IN ORIENTAL MONSOON. so far away, she eagerly awaits me, from such a distance, easily captivates me. HE IS A BIRD FOR EVERY SEASON, I HA......Read the rest...

...MY DREAMER HE WEAVES THE WESTERN TUNE, WHILE MY HEART SINGS IN ORIENTAL MONSOON. so far away, she eagerly awaits me, from such a distance, easily captivates me. HE IS A BIRD FOR EVERY SEASON, I HAV......Read the rest...