Bonnet Poems - Poems about Bonnet

In Your Easter Bonnet

She, in her Easter bonnet
Standing beneath the shade,
Alongside gentlemen in top hats
To view an Easter parade

Church bells ring distantly
Showy, white lilies sway,
Waving to sweet daffodils 
On this springtime holiday 

Baskets with chocolate rabbits 
Jelly beans and colored eggs,
Are carried by happy children 
Running by on pudgy legs

A whirl of pastel colors
Meant to delight the eye,
Like

Easter

Easter egg hunt for little ones
In green grass under yellow sun

Laughs that grab hearts red sonnet 
Bow ties brown eyes and pink bonnet

So cute toddler who picks up a rock
Doesn’t want the emerald egg on top

Another girl seems to fuchsia fear
Easter Bunny with floppy brown ears

Every one excited taking peach photos 
Easter memories as valuable

Critterature: a Bee In My Bonnet

Behold the busy bumblebee
Gathering pollen and nectar, his treasure.
He transports it home
To be stored in a comb
For his queen to dine on at her leisure.

How doth the humble bumblebee
Manage all that he does without stumbling?
He toils night and day,
Earning minimum pay,
Her commands he'll obey without grumbling.

Wherefore's he called a "bumble bee"?
Throughout all that rough and

Clerihew Bonnet

Leon Joseph Bonnat
a French professor of art
teacher of the great& the good
some of whom you probably would...still know

Bonnet Smiles and Kisses

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ki7rptpm85M
Lilacs and daffodils seasonal thrills 
spilling on the lawn lots of sunshine and light 
beaming from a window I hold still 
breathing in April, I no longer feel the chill 
roses and daisies joyful gardeners dig 
waiting for colors of spring to win big 
tiny birds chirp while passing the twig 
bonnet smiles and kisses

Beth's Straw Bonnet

On an 8 X 10 glossy
you are wearing your
straw bonnet,
smiling with the afternoon sun,
secret thoughts are locked
away within your mind,
given a lifetime sentence
by a disability which is the
keeper of the key,
unwilling to unlock the prison door
that frees you from the
silence of nothingness.

Your eyes the color of
blue forget-me-nots stare
at the world hollowed from drugs
controlling years of

Blue Bonnet Songs

Millions of stories sleeping still,
a pollinators chosen thrill.
Enraptured in the splendorous,
I realize nature’s generous.

Mind pensive of those gone before,
who walking these trails by the score,
laid eyes upon blue bonnet stream;
tranquility of Gaia’s dreams.

with eyes of spirit I scan Earth’s breast,
where centuries of history rests.
I sense those waters winding their way;
intrinsic mysteries portrayed.

Water collects as it

Texas Is God Country

Wide mouth bass in the creek so deep
Hidden by blue bonnets who are bristling awake
A luxurious moment on a pretty spring day not asleep
Sun warming up Texas in country lazy sake.

A lone fox watches from trees which hide her from view.
Understanding the danger if we get close to her kits.
Taking them deeper into the forest,

Robert Burns Translation: To a Louse

To a Louse
by Robert Burns
translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Hey! Where're you going, you crawling hair-fly?
Your impudence protects you, barely;
I can only say that you swagger rarely
Over gauze and lace.
Though faith! I fear you dine but sparely
In such a place.

You ugly, creeping, blasted wonder,
Detested, shunned by both saint and sinner,
How dare you set your feet upon

Easter Bonnet

dispersion of pretty petals springing from a toddler's bonnet

3/30/2019
Picture #3

Charles Bonnet Syndrome

I see the garden erupt in an Edwardian funeral,
I see nodding leilandii boil
into a plumed-horse procession,
fuchsia a parade of red-cassocked priests.

I see the window and street beyond, contract
with macular degeneration.

The unrecognised visitors are
sudden, they change suddenly.

Tear streaked children descent
and ascent the stairs, robed in blue and rose,
but they do not accuse me, or humiliate me,
jeer

Aquilegia Granny's Bonnet

Granny’s bonnet
Frilly satin material,
The good old days
How fashion has changed,
And today’s people live,
Their fragrances linger on,
As we gaze upon Aquilegia
With sweetness,
And great pleasure
Pretty purple velvet,
Beauty smiling,
Nature flowering,
Our ancestors live on,
Through her spirit
They bloom every day,
In our hearts,
Reminding us,
Their just a breeze away.
Transporting memories,
Into different realms.

Wendy Jae

Bee and Bonnet

I've not just got a bee in my bonnet
No I have a swarm
My temper has gone through the roof
My face as red as a robin
Cheeks cheshnut warm
I'm about to burst
Even the sun has run away
There's gong to be a huge storm
Today!


This an't right that's not right
Nothing in the worlds not right
How dare you how could

At the Tartan Bonnet

At the Tartan Bonnet
next to the Smithy’s stall,
a picture labelled monster
is hanging on the wall.

The photograph is fuzzy,
looks like a bunch of tyres,
held to a piece of deadwood
by nails and string, or wires.

The locals say that tourists
are gullible, rich fools,
that no sign has been noted
by scientific tools.

The view over the water
is really rather good;
another compensation
is

Beth's Straw Bonnet

On an 8 X 10 glossy,

you are wearing your 

straw bonnet,

smiling with the afternoon sun,

secret thoughts are locked

away within your mind,

given a life-time sentence

by a disability which is the 

keeper of the key,

unwilling to open the prison door 

which frees you from the 

silence of nothingness,

your eyes the color of 

blue forget-me-nots stare 

at the

• Short Bonnet Poems
• Famous Bonnet Poems
• Best Bonnet Poems
• Read Bonnet Poems
• Long Bonnet Poems
• Bonnet Quotes