Fences Poems - Poems about Fences

Did you know you’re trespassing? Gated communities with white pickets; white teeth. All of their new blood rushes towards leagues of Ivy and ROTC gold. Loud engines. Window signs. (He’ll be governor some day.) Do you think those colors will be shouted in their epitaphs? White marble with Fresh flowers every week—corpses on corpses. Do I need to call you a cab? Or...

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Poetry Soup Premiere Contest winner MOTHER'S DAY poetry contest sponsored by Benjamin Bartley, April 2025 Morning starts early, before it gets light Opening cupboards, to see what’s in store Teachable moments, with wrong versus right Hope grabs the car keys, then heads through the door Early bird children, are making their way Ready to take on, another school week So many hurdles, to...

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Hey! Batter! Hey, hey batter! Hey! Batter, swing! There is the wind up. Here comes the pitch. Fastball, slider, curve, but which is which? Bases are loaded, it’s up to you… Swing for the fences! Do what you do! No one to help you. The ump is blind. There’s so much pressure. Two runs behind. You stand alone on the precipice. Give it your...

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There's a reason they were put up in the first place...

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The hourglass reminds us time like sand Slides into the past never to come again This makes us think wonder and plan If we are wise and want to make amends In life for those we honestly wronged With our actions or lack of just as strong Can not have that feeling of black retracted Can saying you’re sorry really heal...

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Abandoned fence once protector of my yard now wood for campfire...

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Ideologies and laws are fences of the boundless world, Invisible enclosures that frame our souls within cold walls, Paths drawn in the dust of time, silent steel labyrinths, For our fragile lives, squeezed into norms and regulations. Every metal fence is a boundary of unknown dreams, A circle that limits our sky, preventing free flight, Awakening us within constrained borders, like...

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They're all talking walls and fences, words meant to force us apart, the world has lost all it's senses, where did this craziness start? I'm walking up here on the ridge, already making a start, building a shiny new bridge, this flyover straight to your heart. ...

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Wood fences are better neighbors they keep the outside world out when metal fences let you see what you don't want to see...

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Robert Frost was right fences make good neighbors agreed best peaceful living...

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Fences This side and The other side Inner and outer Center and edge Peace and conflict.. These oppositions Tell the stories Of lives past and Present..it is the Guts of history And stories that Seem as identities.. Grand illusions Which no matter Are simply Wow......

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My senses are over run You’ve distorted every one Now my emotions sit on fences Unsure how to fend offences How my eyes tend to deceive Peripheral sightings I believe You are the corners of my vision The cause of my internal division Your taste is everlasting My reason for desperate fasting A scent that hits me like a train Still, I can’t help but inhale...

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Fences Are icons Of separation Seeming to Divide what Cannot be Divided.. Fences Write stories Without which No story Can be told.. Fences are Stories arising Beautifully Empty......

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Gaps And fences are Storied to Make wholeness All good and Perfect.. Overlooking the Immediacy of Wholeness as Not two.. Giving way to Judgement and Compassion as Architects of Wholeness.. Well..?...

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Last trails of sunlight splinter the slats of the old broken down fence a reverence reflecting painstaking perseverance in less than perfect times but I remember them perfectly the excitement of colour caressing the grains seeping into the pores each coat brushed with care again and then again not knowing or caring what was in store wild passion filled nights under the moon pressed and in tune who would have thought they'd...

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