Bough Poems - Poems about Bough

... Petals, leaves and thorns Dwelling on the same bough Dance together with breeze ......Read the rest...

...The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me.-- Ralph Waldo Emerson The tow’ring trees with their branches widespread Sift light which falls like a golden shower (As when Zeus to Danaë’s......Read the rest...

...In the evening's ebbing twilight I sit beneath the arc of a tree's bending bough and wait for my love to appear on the hill atop the meadow Here in the calmness of the sunset I see a sky of l......Read the rest...

...Former champions (World Heavyweight and Tag Team champions) were managed by manager Solfege Virtuoso. Trying to regain their now lossed titles the manger withdrew them from contention and disallo......Read the rest...

...Hungry vultures; there were ten, just sitting in a tree One fell out and bit the dust while my wife made my tea Hungry vultures; there were nine, among the leaves so green One chewed dirt as my ......Read the rest...

...The bare branches were shaking, twigs rattled like ill-fitting teeth. I thought: 'any moment now the coal black lumpiness of them will break a bough, and all tumble down or up, creating sk......Read the rest...

... I spied a valley low Across the road from the cemetery A Columbus monkey swinging by The trees of the valley Stood tall and forlorn Observing the crematorium Covered in light gray......Read the rest...

...how absurd…an owl, wearing a night cap…the fowl an audience howl owl downs his liquor his entertainment slicker audience snicker in midst, a jeerer a foul audience nearer here comes the s......Read the rest...

...This is for all those who are trying to survive whatever traumas they've been put through. Please take care and be gentle with yourself. Healing takes time, space, compassion, forgiveness, self-care ......Read the rest...

...Song of the Four Seasons 2-16-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Song of the Four Seasons Jagged steel gray skies Compose barren bough sculptures Midnigh......Read the rest...

...They are jeans and sweats; they are what we forget to wear when we are wearing them. Patched-up seams are sewn. Many have been scrubbed and dyed colorless, some died of poverty on the shallow p......Read the rest...

...“Activity makes my life colorful. To be quiescent is relaxing, but when it prolongs, I feel I am dead.” – By Poet Day after day passes With rarely a purpose to fulfill Thoughts a......Read the rest...

...DOUBLE TAKE “I've looked at life from both sides now From win and lose and still somehow It's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all” These words stay as time may allow I......Read the rest...

...IF ANYTHING If anything, I must stop it right now Well before it grows and dominates I should never have tempted the fates With low hanging fruit on the bough If anything, it was never my in......Read the rest...

...Upon the vast expanse of blank parchment, Unspoiled slabs of molding clay, They lay unfolded before me, As her earthly form once did sway. The quintet of horizons, Whirled in orbit around her ......Read the rest...