Bogs Poems - Poems about Bogs

... Reverse Engineering a Surreal Eden. To grow a mountain, - - - - - right! In, an old jam jar, yeh right! Of clean soil, Soil! Isn’t that soiled? Such a seed could be, soiled and would be exc......Read the rest...

...She’s a witch Carol said. She gave me the evil eye. I know witches do not do that, so I asked her why. She casts spells and causes dogs to turn into pink frogs. That has happened six weeks way dow......Read the rest...

...Legacy accompanied with inadequacy DESPAIR RING uninvited GUESTS linkedin as the themes of mein kampf. Despite countless factorial permutations & combinations, this cyber surfer avails left and......Read the rest...

...The bogs’ their fruit – the woodlands’ leaf embrace a ripened red motif, as cranberries and maples blaze Oh Lord, I praise October days. Where starling murmurations dance a breathless susurrat......Read the rest...

...cloudbursts never stop swollen lakes mimic buckets ~ and bogs soggy mops......Read the rest...

...The Gunas three twirl us around Hemmed in, all we may do is to respond In waking, dream and deep sleep states Mindful not to trauma bond Tamas or sloth, a measure of our instinct Stupor and i......Read the rest...

...My home is my refuge, my castle wiggly whee wiggly woo. I love being here the best with my cat and doggies of two. My husband thinks it is his place, he is a lion in this den. Walking around with ......Read the rest...

...I delight in your twaddle inside me, young girl. Restore the golden-pink gleam with a swirl. Memories of who've died or are close to dying. Delve deep, according to inner-child supplyi......Read the rest...

...Let’s hang the moon right here, gnarled oak suggested. Won’t that disturb the cardinals who are well nested? I don’t think so, said wise oak. Let’s give it a try, shall we? So, oaks hung the lovel......Read the rest...

...Christopher Cricket Lived out in a thicket With his musical family They slept by day Each night they would play At the Firefly Jamboree A chorus of frogs Encamped in the bogs Would always......Read the rest...

...A blind flight above a brooding sea. Dawn levers the darkness. Ireland rising. Whitecaps, bright tumbled cliffs. Briny turf, moss-rooted walls, wind-havens and cottages. So green! Tidal m......Read the rest...

...I was once told a story, of the wee folk of Bensham Bog; they live in carved mushroom houses that are shaped like bullfrogs and they ensure the survival of creatures there. They travel in petrifie......Read the rest...

...The corpulent witch was laughing herself practically sick. Her striped socks made her thighs look unusually thick. I stole the kid’s candies, and I had a smooth booking. She bragged this loudly no......Read the rest...

...Whisper sweet harvest moon Cradle me in cooler climes Softly show me how willingly the tree let's Its leaves turn from green to gold The tree does not complain of age and change The Leaves do ......Read the rest...

...The velvet blanket of night gently lifts revealing a gauzy veil of gray, seduced by the morning sun, usurping the day; water......Read the rest...