Bucket Poems - Poems about Bucket

A mind so busy My eyes are fuzzy My gates seems rusty My soul a bit frenzy... ... A bucket full of tears... Each moment in life Creates memories we strife A tear of joy or sadness I'm forever fearless With a satisfied fullness Thanks to God's greatness But deep down my soul Is a bucket full of tears like a...

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Do you have a mega Bucket List ? do you read it every day ? or are they just a wish list ? impossible dreams , the voices say. Do you set your goals up high? do you allow yourself to fly ? or do you think it's for tomorrow ? and say that with a sigh . You see, iv travelled...

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S K Y in my pocket holds ...

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A yellow moon is in the lily pond. Rain gleams within a bucket. The whole wide-open night, like a black cat, is curled around a wooden bucket. Yellow moon, yellow eyes, cat curling all gone. Rain forgets to fall. Lily pad sings on alone. ...

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A sink bucket Today I forgot to buy milk, drank black coffee  it is easy to remember the past shines like jewels It was the winter of 1952, and my brother carried a big sink bucket, I was the smallest one and we were on our way to the coal depot to find a hole in the fence...

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On the road to Lunch Bucket Town I met a grape, crushed and stomped down I added some mayo said the stunned hound Got lucky that day in Lunch Bucket Town...

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2025.5.1 It has been quite a while, I wished I could really write Some lyrics to go with music Just like song writers or composers. I have not a fantest ideas, At the heat of the moment, I made enquiry about an Apps Getting help to make some music. I approached an experienced IT person, He suggested me the Artificial Intelligence. From that very instance, I...

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Last night moonlight swam over the brimming surface of the water bucket. Now, sitting on a porch step, I'm watching high sunny showers form elliptical dewy spheres. One droplet falls into the rain bucket – just one. A ripple piddles over an edge. Breezes shake themselves dry. A thousand miles away a frog begins to sing to a puddle. ...

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Toy Bucket Bucket of Old Toys, alias Boris in The Same Way or Boris Similar, collects tiger bum fluff, and books of statements by defendants of existing somewhere else when the murders took place. ...

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my bucket list expired I care not nothing in it interests me I have poetry, cartooning, dog-raising and painting they are my go-tos now I do not want to travel I can see everyplace on the Discovery channel I am more than satisfied easily giving up river rafting with my bad knee and worse ankles jumping out of airplanes was never on my list my bucket...

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Dreams scribbled on paper, a roadmap of desires. Adventure calls. Mountains to climb, both real and metaphorical. Challenge accepted. Languages to learn, tongues twisting new sounds. Worlds open up. Skydive into a blue expanse, fear and exhilaration merge. I am alive. Write that novel, words flowing like a river. Stories untold. Plant a forest, legacy in leaves. The earth breathes easier. Dance in the rain, childlike joy reclaimed. Worries wash away. Fall in love, deeply, vulnerability embraced. Heart...

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Sadly enough I'm running out of time I remind myself it is love that I can't find And this knowledge That I bear Means nothing if I cannot share And this pain I must endure Will be in vain forever more And destiny which was never mine Is still so fresh on my mind All is Lost and...

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When I wrote it down I could see that it was a silly thing to have on a bucket list. Something to forever keep to the self (low hanging fruit pocked with worms). Never to be touched by anything but hell. No different than licking a muddy butterfly Walking along the spine of a charred-out bible passage cornice. A silly thing...

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When my doctor calls me in, says I’ve got complications, let’s not blow our savings, on round the world vacations, my pre-paid funeral, is all that I want planned, I’ll refuse a fancy cruise, that trip to Disneyland. There’s not much left, that I want to do, I just don’t want to die with the bucket list blues. We’ve travelled...

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Survived a six-week vacation in downtown Gary, Indiana Bucket lists these days have gone bananas ...

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