Fling Poems - Poems about Fling

Summer nearly gone The past only mere whispers Love echoes linger ...Read the rest...

First time I saw you - I don't recalL. ...Read the rest...

I feel like a polka dot stew! The kids all make fun, No matter what I do! My...Read the rest...

Tender blooms unfold, petals soft as skin Orange hues and yellows brighten up the scene Pure warmth awakens, gentle as a kin Rays of sunlight dance, and all is made serene Birds sing sweet melodies, a chorus so fine Echoing...Read the rest...

"Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps." —Charlotte Brontë Spring heeds His...Read the rest...

You sir, are the springtime, all hyacinths and marjoram, and copper's throng, you make me, rattle and rhyme, like a bleating lamb, in her morning song. ...Read the rest...

Flower to flower like bird or bee Absorbing sun power riding blue breeze Solar smile sensual singing song Attraction chemical mental stringing along Time is on your side it is early spring Pheromone delight eyes enchanting Careful romeo or you’ll plant...Read the rest...

Yes, I will buy you a diamond ring and a canary that hops and sings ring a ding ding lets have a fling I'll kiss your feathers/caress your wings ...Read the rest...

Why Does Great Gods Above, A Trellis Fling Romance to my quivering lips then took Knowledge, words from that greatest holy book Within the sky mountains a deep blue pool Robin faltered was he indeed a fool What fragrance the...Read the rest...

Hello dear Jan how are you doing Are you still dancing the highland fling Once tried it in vain Difficult with a cane This oldie has a broken his mainspring for Jan Allison...Read the rest...

Jack And Sue's Fling In Park Jack wanted to hit the ball with Sue Though his bat was small he liked to woo Sue liked long fly balls Ones that hit the walls When Jack took his swing Sue played...Read the rest...

What does a Scotsman wear under his kilt? Is it Fruit of the Loom? Is it nuthin'? When it's cold does he cover himself with a quilt? How much good Gaelic blood has been spilt 'cause he buried his Wee...Read the rest...

A wind in the trees, a breeze in the air Leaves borne on the wind with color and flair The trees are on fire, in yellows and reds The forest’s last fling before going to bed ...Read the rest...

a scent on the dew a trilling of horny frogs…. tadpoles in the mud ©5/9/2022...Read the rest...

A warm morning with baby blue skies and cotton clouds Dew glistens on green stems of watermelon pink peony buds A Robin prances on the ground pecking at grass sprigs As trees happily wave their fresh leaves in...Read the rest...