Croaking Poems - Poems about Croaking

... The sky is blue, the blossoms pink, A world of colors made to think Of girls with bows and boys with toys— Of butterflies and croaking noise. A little girl in lace and light Will chase the w......

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...I love cock-eyed whangdoodle writing When frogs are croaking and fish are biting I adore silly missives with cartoon-like stuff Of child-like fun I simply cannot get enough......

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...Iridescent wings of rainbow hues Flitter amongst the lily pads Will she light or is this a drive by? Dragonfly sighs upon finding the delicate pinks Their yellow middles calling to her shy side......

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...Night Vibes The vibes are a little different at night. The crowds hang now on artificial light. Satire set the stage on drama that is near, an argument between two humans smear. The vibes ......

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...My heart is closed again, Croaking with but a beat to stay alive. It is angry, cramped. It is remorseful, Now scared of the possibilities, Of false ties and Infarct seeping once reflected. ......

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...marshy mossy fly fuzzy crowding cattails green bulldog croaking music in the bog evening buzzes and humming wild things aboard......

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...Edna Morris lived in the town of Shadow Fells, in rich green, hilly country, With doting parents and sister Violet, plucking fruit from their plum tree. Pretty Edna was twelve years old, ......

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...But wherever you are, I no longer want to be: for you are thunderstruck moonlight, and I am a scarred sunset ~ a secret in saffron, melting into the myth that floats forever, within silenced......

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...Dreaming of castles in the sky wishing that I could drop by I could maybe learn to fly Seeing unicorns passing silvery coats glistening as sun beams are shining Leaping frogs croaking at ......

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...Willie Winkie lived in a land of magic, in the region called Butterfly Haven; For Willie was a diminutive elf, like the violet blossoms, of purple fixation. Willie and his beloved wife, E......

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... Writing anything political can throw fuel on a fire, but these Limericks are not meant to ignite anyone. Just a bit of humor in my opinion. Yes, we all have one. A Musk rat and a venge......

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...You can’t force a poem, although you can try; it seems that’s a maxim, but I don’t know why. You smash it and bash it and beat to a pulp, like using sledgehammers when trying to sculpt. Sometimes......

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...As dark clouds dashed and clashed in the sky Thunder began to boom and rumble Sensing an impending rain, frogs started croaking Cows stopped cuddling and began to ......

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...From out of the lacustrine,dense tract, green Lining the silent mossy forlorn lake keen , Came out leaping and hopping,a fat frog ; He landed and stopped on a reedy clog , As he saw the Chameleo......

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...verbs stacked themselves against a cabinet each ready to jump into the story influencing the writer in subtle ways flitting and flying sent a butterfly they were snapped up and used jumping sent......

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