Bushy Poems - Poems about Bushy

...There is a grave with no name That stands lonelier still. It has no flowers nor despairing mourners And the grass grows thick and bushy, For this grave is left to rot. Abandoned is this grave—......Read the rest...

...Daylight breaks through the gate and a bright light shine intensely on my face from a distance. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I fold one arm and held on tightly to the other arm. I knew it was......Read the rest...

...When our grindstone comes into blossom, A hen's curse might kill an eagle. Maybe when hell freezes over, The snake that I see will bite. I am mortal but among the Angels Left but never forgott......Read the rest...

...Daylight savings time more'n minute effect on me In 2024, daylight savings time will begin at two o'clock ante meridiem on Sunday, March tenth. That will mean losing an hour of precious sleep and ......Read the rest...

... A myriad of enchanting flowers at grandma's grandiose garden that bloomed like perennial wildflowers used to fascinate a multitude of people who entered the porch of our century-old ancestr......Read the rest...

...Insomnia welcomed courtesy high test coffee consumed later at night than usual finds me bright eyed and bushy tailed amply lively to learn about an American radio and television personality ......Read the rest...

...The master artist stroked with his brush of beneficence The canvas relented. There, hence, blossomed magnificence. Each stroke gave birth to a rainbow of multi-hued images. Each dot gleamed, as th......Read the rest...

...There has been talk of having the famous black abolitionist Harriet Tubman replace Andrew Jackson on the 20 dollar bill. And I think though it does not completely address the problems our country has......Read the rest...

... Disney take on the Fox and the Hound Where two pups form a bond so profound. Naive to concede The strife of their breed, Delicate friendship is doomed to fail. With hunting dogs don’t let yo......Read the rest...

...Wonderment at existence ™ With my scrunched and bushy furrowed brow I often ponder the precise circumstances that any thing to be born tracing back lineage of self or arbitrary individua......Read the rest...

...Stupid flowers, Eaten by a stupid sheep. It’s all so ignorant, My efforts wasted away. Blind little lamb, Eating flowers so absentmindedly, Flowers like the ones I found on the hill, Where ......Read the rest...

...Took my dead dog for a long walk today. I like to think that some that passed by glimpsed the whisk of her bushy tail or heard her cheerful panting, as she strained at the leash. I was reading......Read the rest...

...Freshly liberated from an overgrown bushy trail, I saw myself skimming waist-deep in Lavender, Sentries to the rear, Hollyhocks, and Foxgloves, Bougainvillea to the left and, to the ri......Read the rest...

... A bisque sun on the windowsill, the early light smells of marigolds. Beyond, the garden is as usual, a haven for cracked clay pots, after windy nights there are yet more broken terracotta options......Read the rest...

...Wonderment at existence – mine a sixty four year old married bloke born January 13th, mcmlix under Capricorn sign in general, and January 13th in particular who dons online personage with cus......Read the rest...