Bristles Poems - Poems about Bristles

...I love to watch the purple petal bell When it attracts the buzzing bumble bee. Being tempted by the sweet nectar smell He squeezes in to claim a meal that’s free. On his bristles the amber ......Read the rest...

...Father Christmas had a great beard But now this is where it got weird So hidden in his bristles Were several tin whistles Well, hidden until he was sheared......Read the rest...

...From the lacy green coconut tree I fell into monotony of the vapid sand a golden quilt embraced my senses under the majestic umbrella of pines. still reminiscing the happy moments, nestled i......Read the rest...

...Well, I suppose that I am again revealing my age, But I grew up when Burma Shave signs were all the rage! Could it be that those 'masterly creations' sparked my poetic bent, As I soaked up a tad o......Read the rest...

...Sky blue pink Shimmering delight What resplendent wonder Seeking to know the sun’s hunger Ardent to offer its kind of liquid light Inviting within its radiant wave length Dawn eases into the ......Read the rest...

...The Neighborhood all trees eyes please The Neighbors help out act out The Birds they’re free to flee The House barn red homestead The Driveway ......Read the rest...

...I have a pussy cat, my cute mischievous pet. She loves me more than anyone, I can bet. Among felines, she is so smart and clever, Too adventurous, never once a bit demure. Sleek and......Read the rest...

...The Fence Twenty panels of wooden fence Three pots of paint and she commenced Stroked up and scrubbing down Changed the bare wood into a brown All alone she toiled on and on The sun came up......Read the rest...

...I used to miss your touch, now your hands feel like claws I used to melt in your stare, now your eyes come with bristles I used to miss your shag and plaits, now you wear a tail of a horse I......Read the rest...

...Poker Sketch “The Brotherhood of Eternal Love” What did we contemplate; while at the fire-front, sooted: Hot faced, In three D: In those long minutes, of pleasant ; extended hours of misguid......Read the rest...

...Esoteric Duessa rips her broomstick from tree root Xero terra spread in cyclonic swirls, left arid Clay gape cracked lips scream during harsh removal Lorn as she controls ......Read the rest...

...The morning is fair and without compare; desire to escape commotion in motion. With apologies to Frost, but I’m lost in sylvan idyll; my thoughts to distil. I should have turned left or maybe the......Read the rest...

...I like walking in the park just so long as it's not after dark Because when it is it bristles with a sordid air of unease and other worldly risk So much so even the familiar leaves strike ......Read the rest...

...It rained on and on. the fire in the hearth had long died out. hunger grew, frustration raged. vultures swooped down to feed on flesh in the night half willing, half resenting, su......Read the rest...

...If we’d had the opportunity to paint together in the past whatever we would have made with the frayed bristles of our brushes would likely have reflected both our flaws autistic art unable to att......Read the rest...