Bonnet Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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dispersion of pretty petals springing from a toddler's bonnet 3/30/2019 Picture #3...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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