Cockle Poems - Poems about Cockle

...The oldest version dates from Tom Thumbs' 1744 songbook. Modern versions keeping with times, caused 'Mistress' to go dark. 'Cockle' is a seashell. Mistress Mary sang like canary, When they surrou......Read the rest...

...New encounters goodbye tears life is less like turns and twists more like roads that join and split till all roads finally meet to forever in two split if God's light is kept alit r......Read the rest...

... Influencers Miracle Man 8/7/2023 Each one is an influencer every day, either with a positive or negative slant. By the things we do or words we say, We influence others and ideas im......Read the rest...

...Written: June 29, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ Cockle, two hooves clung over a hundred brothers. You discovered unmatched comfort such as no othe......Read the rest...

... Tom Cat with his fiddle stood on a wall and played his fine song to bring one and all Together to dance to his Meow tune beneath the full Sun along with Half Moon Hen Cockle, Doo Roo......Read the rest...

...I was awakened by the sounds of clatters and thumps as a whoosh of breeze made my window blinds thud. I rose with a groan and felt the rise of goose bumps......Read the rest...

...Utmost nadir of despair found this atheist craning his neck skyward hearing resplendent August orchestra today June 10th, 2022 choral symphony may sound absurd, but...mine supreme auditory sense......Read the rest...

...Hastily stretched, crackled urgent ocean edge relents Ashamed attempt to escape rejoins campaign of mass Furtive dig below propels conspirator spasm, next next Murders brash bouys, cranky spa cham......Read the rest...

..."For those who bear stoically the cross put on their shoulders by others, the cross turns into a crown" - by the Poet she still smiled, even when she knew, life looped over her, like a hangman......Read the rest...

...DREAMING OF YELLOW POPPY FIELDS Soft among the yellow poppy fields, I clung to clocks of Dandelions, Driven by my seeds of youth. Breathless in their grace, They gather all, rolling in the sum......Read the rest...

...A crinkled shore on the Upper Peninsula. We are hunting Golden Eagles. Cameras fully loaded. You find a small stone, on it, a crimp and cockle of wind and waves has rucked an impression of a......Read the rest...

...The second, ten years later, caught her body less prepared. Had finger nails been more pared her clench might well have spared his palms so close to drawing blood. Her pelvis did not dila......Read the rest...

...On its surface a crimp and cockle of a purling tide have rucked an impression on a stone. We are here to find Eagles but the sky is too low and the wind too high. You show the image on the sto......Read the rest...

...scavenger hunt sandy summer beach welcomes a scavenger hunt ~ hot sand samba dance lacy edged scallops rippled shells like wind kissed surf ~ trim tidal ball gowns fallen stars – starf......Read the rest...

...season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, citrus squeezed, lemon and lime ~ love’s carrot-top drizzle. the umbrella man primed to coalesce, his yellow crop of hair blends with watercolor sc......Read the rest...