Crate Poems - Poems about Crate

... Finally my blood began to coagulate When you stopped doing what I hate If not, expect the most unpleasant state Of things from lightest to highest skate. You should never ever be late......Read the rest...

...i WAS WUNDOORING IF..... i DON'T WANNA SOUND LIKE A FOOL SAYING IT NUT IF WE USED RAW LUMBER AND MADE TWO BIG CRATES AND SAT THE SMALLER CRATE INSIDE THE LARGER ONE AND SPRAYED SPRAYFOAM IN T......Read the rest...

... Dating’s so dated He lately related From a date he dated Who arrived belated Named Candy Dayt A mate candidate? Who on their first date Ate eighty eight dates Straight out of a crate That......Read the rest...

...The plain bricks two, four, six, and eight in red and in white, were these days left at the bottom of the crate well hidden from the young boy's gaze, now mesmerized by bricks in grays. with stu......Read the rest...

...I tried to find a place at sea to set my aching spirit free so I took a ride in a dug-out boat and row towards the foot of the mount. No one was in sight except me, and the element in the sea, I ......Read the rest...

...They have used us enough We’re so done with their stuff We will trade them for dust Some old snails, or just rust We’ll exchange them for rocks They ship well in a box And to save on some freig......Read the rest...

...Who belongs where, And who owns what? The answer depends on how far back you go, And who you talk to, To justify your view. It used to be there were places, That were still open spaces, We......Read the rest...

...Written: September 24, 2023 Apple Picking Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori ___________________________________________________________ In a farm adorn......Read the rest...

...It’s been a few months now Since you don’t greet me at the door Sleep on the couch next to me Still find your hairs in the couch Your crate is still in the laundry room Empty It’s quiet now......Read the rest...

...Milly was a nutty cat as nutty as can be An also nutty poet said, “She’s nuttier than me.” And that was saying something and I think you will agree Because that poet was Deb M from way across the ......Read the rest...

...I venture out For the first time in a while And am met by a sight: A Saturday Street Preacher, His altar an upturned crate, Voice amplified by a tinny megaphone. He reads not from the Good ......Read the rest...

...Muse =================== Just an un-thought thought. The least touch of a feather or draught from the beating wing of a bird; A telescope taking focus on Saturn's rings, ......Read the rest...

...I can’t remember lifting a weight Without having to for some time wait, Eyes on The Monster to round it skate And briefly ponder over Man’s fate… I can never love, rather should hate Whomever ......Read the rest...

...The wandering clouds, over the Japanese sky With mirth and joy passing by Unknown of the upcoming crisis laugh of folks in merry bliss The birds chirping, blessing good never was it prominent an......Read the rest...

...Satisfied cat can sleep at the drop of a hat. She can squeeze herself into those, this and that. We find her asleep this morning in a goldfish bowl. She is snoring away, like a fisherman without a......Read the rest...