Feeding Poems - Poems about Feeding

stop feeding your puppy people food, the vet said. My husband and I are both worthy liars; we agree. Neither of us planning to keeping to this promise. Our puppy loves people food. Today I sneaked him pepper jack cheese, eggs, tomatoes and corn chips. I saw my husband throw him salami, bacon and ham. And it is not yet two...

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It is impossible when I’m, looking out over the mountains in N. C. not to feel the influence, the presence…the spirit of the Cherokee. When I think how in this country and the world… there is a battle between people who are inhumane to one another… and those who are compassionate and kind.. up here in the mountains of North...

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I feed the birds and expect nothing in return but to view them at my leisure. No accolades, no gratitude, for all I need is to observe their wonder and beauty… in silence. ...

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Every word is a choice The notebook page is hungry She needs verbs Her blank page excites me Verbs are my favorites too I give her a teaspoonful of jumping, dancing, and twirling She gulps that down with gusto Gives me a nod I feed her a tablespoon of whirling, skipping and hopping Followed by a cup of adjectives I like her to have a...

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spring time morning sun feeding robin on plum tree~ silence of strollers ...

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The birds of Alesund descend To greet an old and trusted friend, An answer to their constant search, For food, safety and a welcoming perch, The birds of Alesund descend To greet an old and trusted friend. ...

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Should we forget about freedoms.?? And accept some Pre-doms? Like a pre-bunking' so childlike and clunking.' Breaking structure much nomen-less clutter..' A nonsense of Pre-sense..' showing credentials quite useless.' Artificial Utopia advertizing a visionary myopia.' Its peonies and Pretzels to supplement 'word salad' utensils.?? With Kids flying Killer drones..' we must emerge from this twilight zone.!...

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are the hummingbirds still around? I feel guilty have not refreshed their feeder in ten days are they lingering near, hoping I will remember? Have I killed them? will they ever come back? it is mid October but unusually warm at seventy-four degrees. I decide to replenish their food feeling better now...

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"If you dream for a mind at peace and a heart tranquil seek that old rusty gate that opens wide into your childhood memories ...." ...

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my stegosaurus lurks in the bushes hiding from the neighbors, because he is shy fearful of their ridicule and prying questions trusting only me, which makes me feel terrific I toss celery, tomatoes and radishes his way he throws them in the air before he gulps them down the neighbors do not question what I am doing they are fearful of me,...

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My mouth is full of fizzy liquid, my toungue is tickling vivid. Even though my dark circles under the eye, are deep within my following breath, they lie. The ground is scretchy, Are with the bathroom one matchy. The cold shrouded my soul, I love coldness, hotness is foul. My phone is which lays within, near my eyes, they felt to spin, but I continued...

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We master the art of feeding our doubts, with the dark enchantment of a "what if...”, Beneath our feet grow roots that suffocate us in the fog of unanswered questions. We don’t perish in the maze of foretold fears, signed by the oracle of cold nights, But in the dulled and empty echo of a heart that hasn’t...

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My Bad They used our Courage Like a Weapon Made our Kindness And Tolerance VERSUS Fear Seem Naive. Our Health and Safety Were NEVER THEIR CONCERN! Oh, well, too late. I learned that from Squirrels and Scrub Jays I fed peanuts to. Sorry, but you all look So cute! -Gray Squirrel 02/18/24...

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It took three weeks to get the wife’s cat to eat ‘whatever’ I put in front of it. No longer it terrorizes us when time comes to feed it. It took three week to change its status back to family pet, last one in the pecking order. An animal that should be grateful we let it live with us provide shelter from storms...

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birds gather at the feeder, hovering, near the sunflower seeds, tap, tap, tap against the windowsill, where a feeder is attached, filled by hopeful hearts who linger, at the window, relishing the wonder of these flying whispers, sighing in the distance, and laughing through the mysterious edge of a shadow, playing melodies on feathered harps, lingering quietly in the morning, as light loosens the...

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