Bough Poems - Poems about Bough

What's going on with Mike and Molly They built their house in boughs of holly But when Christmas arrived And no holly survived We called it Mike and Molly's folly...

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Be like flowers ...

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Heavy rain is falling down On the baked soil Making every tree a clown Showering turmoil Lightnings crack the sky and thunder Shakes the window pane Where are you this time I wonder Could you stop the rain? But you have enough of yours And you wouldn’t mind Rain supports your roses growth In the dead of night Rain broke down one bough, and so Languidly...

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Her wings, like leaves, have fallen limp. His arms are armed to carry her. Christ’s sacrifice - vice did not scrimp. Her wings like leaves have fallen limp. Angel was brave - she was no wimp. On heaven’s bough, dry bones will stir. Her wings like leaves have fallen limp. His arms are armed to carry her. 10/4/2022...

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As seen from our front window. The Hawk ON THE BOUGH binoculars gawk there’s a storm looming the hawk returns to h i s bough he’d flown out for lunch he’s pecking off fur and indulging in squirrel he needs no raincheck in f o w l weather he wings it Kim Rodrigues © 8/8/2022...

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From The Tree Of Evil Into Earth Its Broken Bough From the tree of evil into earth its broken bough Power and pain such fertile seed for its black-plow And the evil fruit consumed by all of mankind Hunger that sets the dark into the human mind Flies so deftly with demon spawn upon its wings Defies logic, presented as mere...

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Apricot Trees David J Walker My mother randomly spoke of the beauty She saw in trees that lined The streets in town The boughs and branches placed in parks and esplanades on Arbor days in the all but forgotten past now hidden in the ether Of dementia that was literally riddling her mind But If I listened carefully There was a...

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this darkened world cries like these skies I hear the moans of winded gusts echoing down the streets the branches snapping like lost minds as the trees topple downward I trembles like leaves breaking free twirling around spiraling down these streets littered with graffiti of the aftermath of fury lines drawn lines downed roads closed like minds as we sit in the dark eclipsed beneath the wail of sirens before silence breaks with dawn the break of horizon bloodied like the streets but we...

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The early morning breeze from the atmosphere; Is like a freeze that need to be measured even though it is not wind The birds of the air sweet melodies sound aloud So early In the morn Making me feel splendid when I yawn I peep through the window seeing the sky so bright Then I have the thought that my...

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C-linging to the bough H-as been done by the last leaf, E-ven if it's dry. R-emain strong and tough, R-egardless of the weather, Y-ou must be faithful. Topic: Birthday of Cherry B. Bautista (May 1) Form: Acrostic Choka...

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Two sonnets for May, and my muse The fires are lit, my lover, and the hills are flickering with little points of light The sun is set, and deep within the rills the seeds of stars are littering the night The smoke is rising, lover, rising high in winding spires of ribbons in the air and in the rivers where the...

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untangle, leave the shadow of Death behind, at Death's dark door. Filled w/ Light the Heart grows wings, flaps up into the sky free. Below, She moves, a dance, through soft, dappled sunshine. The Five Imperishable Gnostic Trees in Paradise stand along the roadside, on the Way out of the city. The noisy crowd still passes by. The storm is now faraway, retreating, invisible over the horizon,...

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G-reen leaf of the bough I-s clinging against the wind; G-od's power over the nature I-ntensifies without end. E-ach green leaf of the bough N-ever fears the storm; D-espite the chilling rain, R-ays and light later warm. A-s June fourth day breaks, C-ool beacon keeps his vow; A-iming to bring brightness to green leaf of the bough....

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Roving a youthful shadowed ebony heaven as the earth is still on blissful spring night flight. I fly through and over the enclosing trees, boughs', and the susurration fluttering leaves. I emerge to nesting Nightingales and their cacophony melodious of unfilled cries , calling me to come to appease their needs. Alighting and dripping down for a short quick kiss to each one....

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Friendship sits aloft Years pass by in a short day The bough quickly breaks...

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