F Number Poems - Poems about F Number

...If you decide to get a cobra Better make it one who is black said Mrs. Minty. We have a pet cobra that is white She is prolific, her babies number twenty I was horrified, for snakes are not my ......Read the rest...

... If l were ever to get a tattoo I know exactly what l would get Small yet with mammoth meaning One without regret My husbands favourite number is six My sons is two Mine is eight So this is......Read the rest...

...Life is like a bottle of buckfast Sticky sweet but in the end its harsh Take too much gets you ed fast LIfes not for the faint of heart heres my bars I was born in the G town 2 teams that......Read the rest...

...On September 10, 1813, United States naval Commodore Oliver Henry made this statement from his stunning victory over British forces in Lake Erie in Canada. "We are have met the enemy and they ar......Read the rest...

... When words like seeds remain uncultivated, in somber silence the poet within me dies. In the misery of my perishing poetic oasis, petal like poems refuse to infuse idealistic pigments. But with......Read the rest...

... When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows… …I’m awakened by triumphant morning shows radiating divine Artist’s pose supremely perfect nature can’t oppose along firmament’s celestial glows......Read the rest...

...Chitter chatter bitter batter I am trying to think Chitter Chatter Can I eat with you? I turn and growl. They leave quickly. Chitter chatter bitter batter Same story as yesterday and the day......Read the rest...

...Classical infusion Beethoven’s “ode to joy” Playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy Purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music Blends of subversive elements and anxious acous......Read the rest...

...The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I finally found God's perfection. All the beauty He crafted and sculptured, Created you without any correction. I wonder if there were circumstances, Wher......Read the rest...

...How sweet the sorrow How deep the void We go on with one less tale of footprints in the sand beside us. With wishful eye is cast memory’s glance to those prints found falling forever behind, the......Read the rest...

...On being emotionally bankrupt Sentient beings distraught psyche rent asunder courtesy false accusations heated words exchanged like gunfire pox upon the house of Deborah Hunter, a vicious vin......Read the rest...

...Where has America’s decency gone Long time passing All the folks who support Hamas would thrill to Auschwitz’ gassings Hamas rapes, burns and slaughters Jews Palestinians cel......Read the rest...

...You may know the greylag from a Mother Goose Rhyme. This sort of goose lays 3 to 5 eggs at a time. If clutch size distribution is uniform, I'm Pretty sure the egg number will likely be......Read the rest...

... Tucked away right at the back of my husband’s bedside cabinet lies a brown leather wallet The money is long gone but to him it contains something far more precious ... My bus......Read the rest...

... For decades, motor cars have driven past in haste, eyes not straying far from the highway to where, set back and obscured by scrub, an abandoned farm is slowly succumbing to rot. I catch ......Read the rest...