Bleating Poems - Poems about Bleating

...They are wandering everywhere and you act as if you don’t care; they are wandering everywhere and you are walking around clapping your hands and stomping your feet and dragging your body on the cold ......Read the rest...

...In the early hours Thoughts turn crystalline In the silky silent Nothingness In the dark field Of endeavour With no opposition They gather No longer Corralled by barks Of Distraction ......Read the rest...

... (with nudity optional) Not another effort from The Lefts bleating masses, but the sparkily aristocracy of cerebral-celebritys; their binary-duality sweeping earth-wise. I ......Read the rest...

... How do we say, men who lost their lives without oceans lot of advice even from the paper puff but still are ignorant as a bleating goat. Many have fallen before there eyes but is that warning e......Read the rest...

...The sun is shining in the east with petals opening bright, spreading its fragrance into the light and an epiphany of hope resting on the branches swinging from limb to limb while my heart entertains ......Read the rest...

...You sir, are the springtime, all hyacinths and marjoram, and copper's throng, you make me, rattle and rhyme, like a bleating lamb, in morning song. ......Read the rest...

...Even as a child, how I used to enjoy A simple stroll through the woods When innocent instincts ruled my heart And ran after every call from the wild or bush, Mesmerized by the warbli......Read the rest...

... My thinking has gone wooly since you caught my eye. I even started ambling into the pig sty. From all the sheep in the flock, you surely did stand out. What a fine ram you are. Of that, there ......Read the rest...

...Ewe is a sweet, playful gifted sheep Who seldom goes to shed to sleep. She loves to explore all around Doing lot of things that’ll astound. She goes far without losing her way She al......Read the rest...

...LIFE’S A GAMBOL – THEN YOU DIE I am a woolly little lamb. That ewe’s my mum, my dad’s the ram. Mum told me how that came to be But it seemed a little rude to me. Dad’s favouri......Read the rest...

... Mary possessed a ruminant child its fuzziness was sickly pale and as Mary moved about the child would take the same trail. He tracked her to a learning place that broke the laws of it. The......Read the rest...

...I'm going back to April, going to watch Spring chew through winter, watch the sun, rake over the dead heaps of the thawing. I may have to take a night train to get there. April is way back beh......Read the rest...

...This time of the year again She has gone shopping for gifts to give the young she would not take me along, knows I would be grumpy and sarcastic and impatient. I sat on the plaza with a glass o......Read the rest...

...the lost baby was facing sleet in the middle of the blizzard his poor mother must be frantic! everyone begged her to stay inside, but Diana could not rest until the lost sheep was saved in the mi......Read the rest...

..."As a child I maintained a stoic attitude. I exhibited patience, restraint, resignation, forbearance, and lack of complaint. The ideal child you might say. As I grew, I realized the error of my way......Read the rest...