Burrow Poems - Poems about Burrow

...you remember that one time when ava fell off the swings and cut her knee? how everyone laughed at her for her childish hubris in thinking she could jump and land, unscathed, from that high a distan......Read the rest...

... I am no where near that great Cicada comback moment. Much like a comet, or the invasion of Grenada, I'll have to watch a YouTube vid to asertain the gist of it; why so short lived, why......Read the rest...

...A light flickers to start the chain & a spark is born that grows to flame It was conceived to break the chains that plague the line & bring the rain The family trees full of sour fruit have tried......Read the rest...

... The tiny specks grow a titanic tension. They’re often harmless, Google consoles her. Yet a rare chance burns beyond solace. Is it a harbinger of retinopathy? Will her eye-LEDs illumin......Read the rest...

...May We Make Love At The War Front? May I Know You While Iron Leads Flies Over Our Heads? May I Know Why Our Bodies Tangle In The Grass; Soaked By Bloods, Sweat & Tears Of Soldiers Of Love? May ......Read the rest...

... The creek was the color of weak tea, a bronze brew that filtered light to bathe the bottom in the soft glow of an autumn morning. Even after a long summer, the water was still high up the......Read the rest...

...Harold the Hugh Hefner wannabe carrot top... spry buck analogous to energizing bunny jump/kickstarted procreation ruckus. Home on the range cacophony quite absurd PlayBoy Bunny herd and f......Read the rest...

... In the children’s room at the public library a porky hamster spends his days in a cage that barely accommodates him. In so small a space he endures a spartan existence behind glass wal......Read the rest...

...Upon approaching advent of an early spring 2024 (alternately titled GENESIS RESPLENDENT) No matter the calendrical/official onset of vernal equinox takes places Tuesday, Mar 19, 2024 and transpi......Read the rest...

... The barn is hollowed by time, greased by phantom tractor engines. A rusting spade and shotgun, laid-up in the shadowy bygone. A dusty hayloft full of owl songs. The mice are out in the field......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Me name is Punxsutawney Phil I was forced to leave my burrow and end my nice long sleep. I have the chance to make brows furrow; that’s a promise me shall keep. ......Read the rest...

...Is not God a concept, till we see Him? How will memorising scriptures assist? Conditioned beliefs make our soul’s light dim. Love alone is real and that’s life’s gist. A Hindu believes God takes ......Read the rest...

... Cold winds, the assassins of startled vegetation, blow in with late autumn. Snow arrives to cover the terrain with blankets of white, pristine feathery snow; meanwhile, some bodie......Read the rest...

...Famine ... charities ... complementary. Killers; Lions, Hyenas, Snakes, the very highest on the list, Human traffickers, with their ad lib, and full-on characters. Pangolin's are anteaters resemb......Read the rest...

...What lies beneath the nuptial necropolis? Sun-glints of memory, warm rays of kinder days, tranquil as the soil-sleepers before they broke the coffin confines and howled free. What lies beneath ......Read the rest...