Fetch Poems - Poems about Fetch

What a meal it would be… moon on a spoon stars on a fork planets poked with knives You’d have the most celestial dish because I love you I would play divine creator to soothe your soul and to make you mine Your eyes would sparkle as you dine of such heavenly items And I would be there with you eating in unison You must understand my...

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If I could I would fetch you the moon on a spoon As easy as scooping an ice cream into your cone Everything I’ll do for you is as light as any balloon For I’m deeply in love with you You’re my strength, my world, my greatest inspiration. If I could I would fetch you the moon on a spoon With...

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Love takes one's breath away, making the heart flutter like a butterfly. I have given you the diamond stars, from above in the nightly sky. If only I could fetch the moon, I would give it to you in a huge spoon....

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If I could I would fetch the moon on a spoon A lofty love story would come to bloom Of all the mystic stars above Closer to eternity we would dwell in love For the full moon of Autumn in all its lovely gaze Together we reminisce of all the stories we've made An evening of moonlight as a soft...

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I threw my fishing rod into murky waters And, as you might have guessed, caught a lousy nothing. But true as that may be, my bait worm was ate Now I know there is something to catch. So, I feed the waters to check for action As I prepare my hook to fetch in the motion. Now that I've seen, I...

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I must now write a limerick; Those dogs lined up is such a trick, It's just a feint To make me faint So they can nick my walking stick!...

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was good looking wretch who we will have to go fetch could be quite a catch...

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Entangled by the web we weave, thoughts provoked, but, yet deceive. Passing blame with slight, of hand, a golden calf that shines so grand. An altar set, his words are praised, a barren field his flock is grazed. Thirst and hunger are seldom quenched, until at last, they all are trenched. Be careful of the book you read, a soured quill will slay your...

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Folks who make life out of Vetch, For their farms heading on ketch, Their future they sometimes sketch; None thinks he’s the truest wretch, For labor does some hope fetch, Though, Vetch would their choosers stretch… Now, Hot Debates in the ketch! “I can with Vetch accounts stretch, Farther move from being a wretch.” “But in Gold some their names etch And Vetch can’t...

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A poem without a comment Like a nun without a convent All alone in the world Inadequacy unfurled...

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There’s no amount Which does not count In an account… Yep, no amount Sellers discount And while recount Your whole story Fail to glory: Place in praised sky For being Quite High… Don’t pressures mount After discount For more from Fount Or self soon count The Badly Bluffed, His wish rebuffed… Discounts fetch smiles; Who gave went miles!...

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She walked out of the Aegean Sea with purpose Not flaunting her power, yet showing it steadily. The other entities were not sure whether she was Greek or Roman. In fact, she may have been from another mythology and another universe. They watched her come, not knowing whether to feel fearful or elated. Usually generational gene commonality linked them,...

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Slugs and snails line the highway, Munching, crunching, drinking fumes; Early in the morning, late at day. A tunnel of black ahead looms, Feasting on diesel, ready to growl; Into the maw a lucky one zooms. Compacted inside the giant jowl, Hooter poised, horsepower stalls; Bodies meet with metallic howl. “Fetch my skimmer, freedom calls, Flying, leaping o’er all that appalls.”...

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Through the thick of the fog I begged to the bog stumped by a stymied log. It was hollow of pride, like a zookeeper’s dog, reduced to bark-less hide. From the splat of my thud It wore polka-spot mud and rolled just because It knew what It was to snap unjustified. So what could I do but prove what It knew with another attack on the cripple I threw? If...

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He went up her hill to fetch a pail of water He looked into the wishing well It was dark, yet enchanting When he put his ear next to it It seemed to be calling his name Like an oasis is to a dessert beckoning a thirsty man He was thirsty, too The edges of the well began to stand up It seemed...

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