Best Wheelbarrow Poems

The old red wheelbarrow is still standing there
right next to my Grandfather’s fixed rocking chair.
Though neither has moved in a good many years
their presence revives former  laughter and tears.

As children, my Grandfather placed us inside
the bright red wheelbarrow and off we would ride.
Down rough...

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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 was a dry, dusty day when I saw the wheelbarrow, with long handles made of dark wood. 
The wheel is struggling as it carries its burden, but it manages the job that it should. The man pushing appears to be crying, his eyes all...

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The red wheelbarrow
with its cement smudges
and rusty scratches
dwarfs the white rabbit
nibbling young lettuce
covered in morning dew
next to the flowering
crepe myrtle....

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Note

(Try to put your best Scottish accent on when reading this one)



Disguarded fae the workplace, rusted red distorted frame.
Mangled handles reachin' oot like a wee disguarded bairn.
Were ye pushed aroon' a factory,heavin' loads or liftin' grain.
Old wheelbarrow, a ponder fae whit walk o' life ye...

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So much depends
Upon

a black coffee 
cup

faded with use
steam

into the faces
of us all...

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Wheelbarrow cat was the garden overseer
Sitting above the plants year after year
When buyers got closer, she would disappear
Her owner never put her seat into gear

She loved the butterflies with their wings so sheer
Tried to bat them away when they got near
Garden gnomes let out a...

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Dexter John, baby calf was tuckered, he had been playing all day.
He laid down in the Kansas grass, brown enough to be harsh hay.
His fifteen-year-old human cousins picked him up without a peep.
Placed him in a green wheelbarrow, comfortable enough to sleep.

His mother was comfortable...

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Walking down with my red wheelbarrow,
I spied a blue jay and a brown little sparrow 
Flying across the golden fields;
I went behind them on a path narrow 
To collect my flower garden's yields;

Now, inside my red wheelbarrow,
You will find some marigolds yellow,
Pink roses, violets and...

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Hillbilly Bobby shared his snack with a chickadee
The bird gave out some sounds a toot, a peet and a twee
His relatives came by and wanted bird seed too.
Bobby called in relatives to see what they could do.

They baked up cornbread and threw it onto the...

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I thought I needed a wheelbarrow
Ordered a blue one and was cleaning up my yard piles
When I discovered the identical one, I had purchased last year
The perils of being a spendthrift!!...

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I've built up such a thirst
keeping it on course
ripping words from ink stained pages

Wil doth shake
Charlie just a dick end
I wrote whit i want
Bleed your tortured visions
Blur your softest word
The Bring out your dead
cart is back...

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Crossing the street in a motorized wheelbarrow.
Drops of ice cream on the road that is narrow.
Someone says I’m blocking the street.
While I’m eating my cold treat.
I found a nice spot in the shade.
At a bus stop that doesn’t allow wheelbarrows, I’m afraid.
While I innocently sway.
Like...

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something is under the wheelbarrow today
It moved up in the air in a weird way
a monkey? a squirrel? tiger or bear?
a faerie queen with gobs of sparkly green hair?

the wheelbarrow moved ever so slightly
whatever it is, can I afford to take it lightly?
what if it...

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