Best Wended Poems

The blackberry's love for the garden rose
Brought down the gardener's wrath.
The blackberry sensed the danger
As he wended the garden path.

" A love so true as mine", he sighed,
"Must dare to brave the hoe.
Just a few more feet to reach her,
My true love she must know."

He...

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How I loved spending a week of the summer holidays with my grandparents. Gramps would come and pick me up in his old pick- up truck, dad would bundle my suitcase into the back and I’d be on my way. Gramps would whistle as we...

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It's a long time ago 
that I flew high and thought
that’s like a carrion crow
flying over a deserted plateau
could bring its prey so much woe.

Once I had a rose, a ruby rose,
someone stole it; my death throes.
It vanished like yesterday's snow.

I saw it as a...

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Skipping along with three friends by her side
Anticipation was high.
Whirling tornadoes had long disappeared;
Not a dark cloud in the sky.

Yellow as daffodils was the brick road,
Yellow the ripening corn,
And it had coloured the heart of the lion
Leaving him sad and forlorn.

Suddenly Dorothy stopped in her...

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“And the stars falling cold,
And the smell of hay in the snow, and the far owl
Warning among the folds, and the frozen hold
Flocked with the sheep white smoke of the farm house cowl
In the river wended vales where the tale was told”
-Dylan Thomas: “A Winter’s...

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Love is found when least expected.  …  by poet

Rudolph was strolling along a winding countryside lane, 
humming a love tune.  The clear sky shone bright, and merrily
bright birds were twittering as they flew from tree to tree, 
whilst a brook was bubbling...

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After winning a sweepstakes, I determined to go on a lengthy trip;
And I wanted to tour the mainland, after I had disembarked the ship.

The countryside was quite beautiful, and had myriad charming towns,
Some with the most vibrant nightlife, after reddened sun went down!

I was having...

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CALL ME THE BLACK GOLD OR THE HANDSOME DEVIL
How did you find me, my undeterred and awesomely daring love?
When I flew away into time years ago like a dove.
And you sat upon the cold rocks of a lonely seashore
Waiting to know what would become of...

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For this Turk Turku is a 1-horse
city but he has got to have horse
sense. He will not be as happy as a peacock in Turkey.
Hindi, the Turk word for turkey, is how we'll call this turkey.
Hindi, when living in Turkey, was a horse
dealer. Today he's...

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The location of the Spring Creek School was on a flat, nestled 
between the cliff on the north and the Little White River on the south.  The river 
flowed in from the northwest, circled to the south of the school about a quarter 
mile...

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The strong gust of wind was cut off from its source; a frigid early spring blast that swept across a lofty mountain range, high above British Columbia.

It then encircled one of the lesser peaks and swooped down upon the slippery ice pack below, reaching out...

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My foor peet were baking bo sadly.
		Irk  wended, and home I glushed radly.
		I clopped down on the fouch.
		I  was such a green mouch,
		just snapping at mamily fadly!

		I shopped after faving my hit,
		but sery voon I cad to whit!
		I was stanned from the bore.
		Say...

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They were nearing LaGuardia Airport when the pilot felt a sudden urge.
He told the copilot to grab the yoke saying his bladder he must purge!
He left the cockpit and wended his way to the lavatory in the rear.
Thus, a series of events unfolded, some of...

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Perhaps I had fallen asleep
Like Rip Van Winkle
And had pleasant dreams.
Who knows?
All I know I woke one day 
In an earthly paradise.

As I exited my room, onto the balcony,
I saw an awesome landscape.
And for all that is good
I have no recollection of the name
Of the...

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Mountains with vibrant floras
Led down to fruit laden orchards
In the verdant vales below.
I heard her then, a syrupy song
Of tender love and feats of old.
I stood beneath an apple tree
As her song wafted on the breeze,
Sliding in and around the fruit trees,
Scattering aromatic fragrance around.

Serendipitously...

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