Bogs Poems - Poems about Bogs

...Hodgepodge of high-brow, hoity-toity happy hogs Happened upon a wagonload of St Bernard dogs In a hocus-pocus way they turned them into logs You do not fool with a witch’s razorbacks in these bogs......

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...Hello God, are you there? I’ve been searching for you everywhere. Starting out in my mother’s womb Not very long ago, When my life was barely beginning Before I began to know… Anything abou......

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...I thank the sun ... The soil, the summer rain, I thank the apple tree The fields of golden grain I thank the corn crops And the pumpkin patch, I thank the warm barn Where new poults hatch ......

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...The haunted train of Schwenksville After dark every Halloween since living social in Perkiomen Valley for seven long years, a shrill whistle train whistle (often compared to the sound of a bi......

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...The cold has fled this place, and wrapped in light The world is once again so warm and bright. The sky is blue and shattered are the walls That kept the sun outside those wintry halls. The win......

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...I Form - Imagism 9-18-24 6-20 lines ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Golden Kiss Summer bows out and leaves a golden kiss Maize dozes in mellow aster afternoons Orange glow......

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...Crown of Sonnets in Iambic Pentameter: The Tale of Prince Zag Note: The tale is six (6) sonnets long, each sonnet has 14 lines, each line contains variable words bearing 10 syllables, neverthele......

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...I’ve heard it said that poetry is dead But I don’t believe that’s true. It runs in our veins like water to rain Somewhere inside me and you. It’s up in the air, in circles and squares And ocea......

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...Beneath the fury of sun Wades a wobbly nun Stomping on thorns Watch the teary ferns Scars on her skin Carrying wounds engraved Curse devious grin And snakes she once craved She sucked and......

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... 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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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

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...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......

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