Fence Poems - Poems about Fence

2024.5.26 Sunday, My house was broke in. The next day, you messaged me "Good morning". Two hours later, I explained about the robbery. "Invaded?? i went past and saw The police van this morning. I was a bit worried that Something might have happened." From that day, every evening, You came to my place and stay till quite late. You made sure I was protected, Until...

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Sunday 2025.05.25 This morning, I arrived at the Station, Gave the Swan Hill V-Line train a miss, The same train which I travelled Exactly one year ago. When I had a relaxing and peaceful time, At the border of NSW and Victoria. It turned out I should catch the missed train, To take me to Kangaroo Flat, One stop away from Bendigo. What significant thing...

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I see you an inch at a time, Filling the spaces left in the fence. Glints of gaudy, plastic jewels, Sun-soaked curls left behind in your wake, A wet, robin red on your knee when you fall. I’ve not seen your face, But I see it in sounds coming over the fence, Humming while filling your teapot with dirt, Calling to friends that...

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I opened the door to my heart and had let it speak without a fence. If you did close the door to your heart "Do not worry", I give you that assurance. Just be a keeper of the trust by not using any of our free and fiery conversations to suddenly break my heart and the world in an instance. (31 03.2025) ...

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How in the world is this fence still standing Taking punches from winds so demanding With a defiant grin It refused to give in Till my dog sent it down in a crash landing ...

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• What's a pretty pink ribbon doing on this rickety, old fence? • And what looks to be a purse on the dirty forest floor? • This doesn't make much sense • For what reason are they here? • The more I think about it, the more I feel tense...

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For a consecutive 6 weeks, You helped a project of "putting the lipsticks on the pig". Has the fence not damaged by the strangers, We would not have worked together. You helped keeping me safe from outsiders, Prevent people invading into my living quarters, But, you had stolen the key to my heart's locker, Made me seeing the fence as a...

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The sun is high More joy is nigh I cannot lie Why should I sigh But the neighbor’s fence We are friends We see each other’s ends We have the same trends We each help when the other bends Why is there a fence We will throw each other the ball So why is there a wall We help each other when there is a call It isn’t...

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My dogs charge the fence Barking ferociously at the neighbor dog Acting like he is a murderous intruder Here to do serious damage to their pack The neighbor dog lunges back Enjoying the game, glad to be of service I smile at their antics If the fence disappeared they would be smelling butts...

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white tail flipped up nice set of antlers curious about the white dog on other side of the fence stag so close then gone as if the...

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A bright red robin struts on my fence little lord of this, his street He whistles out a merry tune hopeful that he’ll meet A lovebird who will make their nest ...

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We sell our dreams we buy their lies we don't really care if they cross the lines your reasons are yours my reasons are mine I open my doors if I feel like... what is the limit? what is the end? when do we stop to learn? sometimes the world is a weird fence stopping us from living in the promised land. Jessica...

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A tall, chain wire fence surrounds the perimeter of the power station, casting its evening shadow over a wide bank of grass leading down to the river. Sometimes I sit there just to listen to the sound of the wind make music through the wires. It is a soft, melancholy music that carries a certain sorrow. Uncoupled from a name, it seems a composite...

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To be fair, it was the end of a long day and a large drink we called Screaming Jesus nothing more than watered-down vodka, grape soda, and a stalk of rosemary. We were dug in near a sandcastle at Ormand Beach. My skin shrieked against the heat, but all I heard were the angel's murmurs between the eternal slosh of loamy, gray-brown waves. Eyes salty...

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He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire, fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines, reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries, the edges of a pasture, clever green grass hesitating on the borders of a place meant for those heavy bodies, warm and mellow like the faded flowers breathing silently, hesitating on the promises of...

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