Bleat Poems - Poems about Bleat

...Damp sound of squelching grass beneath my feet ushers bright dew soaked morn on wild green plot of tangled twigs, stalks, leafs where young lambs bleat they frolic, gambol, play in blue ......

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...Angry Conifers Trees in the avenue have a weird sense of humor Long roots cracking up finely laid cobble stone pavement Slightly bent easterly give pain in the lower trunk The younger tr......

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... Placed 1st in Contest rain shine so divine sprinkle blessings kissings wet ~ feet in leather boots ~~~~~~ Rain-shine sound patter mad hatter Alice lost i......

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...I am a dare-dreamer, a mask wearer a soul bare-r (but not always my own); a word-weaver. I pull at thoughts like strings. Strings of cobwebs and cirrus, frayed dungarees and threadbare memories ......

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...Blaggard blaming the blond bloke for his blight: Blablabla, bluster and bleat, blathering Blob, your blue blood bleeds blotches on a black Blossom. Blaspheme, blabber—I blast your bluff.......

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...Hush, listen can you hear it? the sound of buds breaking free sight of seeds pushing through earth life returning, the hum grows ever louder. The pace is starting to increase more and more the......

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...gut/brain axis labour and taxes bread bred to roll over feds fed to rule over you are what you eat to tender and bleat......

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...Mister Misanthrope had given up hope On the entire human race He'd bark and he'd bleat as he walked down the street With a grimace on his face Each day he would howl with a snarl and scowl M......

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...The moon, a charcoal smudge, hangs low and dim, while stars, like pinpricks, pierce the black night. Clicking crickets creates a raucous hymn, and katydids whir on new wings to take flight. A y......

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...So, you want to buy a gift for that famous geezer. First, hear about the midnight shift of our Ebenezer. Late at night, he is concerned. It is December time, when, it's been confirmed, good......

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...Gentle Creature Who calls you forth from beneath, the hung pine? Eyes of black coal, gentle swaying body, watching, curious, step forward. Spotted coat. Horn moles of bone, sibli......

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...the head ovoid is an empty urn ‘tis here last traces of ego burn soma nectar cools magnetic heat as bliss beats constantly bleat celebrating blossoming of our soul drenched in love mists feeling......

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...What if I can see it, smell it, almost touch it, That gilded throne where I will proudly sit, Would people think me mad, Is my ambition so preposterous and bad. And why not me, have I not earne......

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...What a cop out, for one who always sleeps on their right side To admit to ignoring the context, the background and milieu, which colors your decisions and choices, and side you lean towards. ......

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...The Man in the Street Watch out, watch out for the man in the street Who is finding a voice that you don’t want to hear. Before, they were always the sheep that don’t bleat And for too long, to......

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