Foragers Poems - Poems about Foragers

...with her boundless reaches she moves within the crowds houses with no windows contemplates the leaves barrowing with the foragers wisdom has gone away fickle with the winds have reached their ......Read the rest...

...You will see them In the malls Once proud Vibrant Semi-predatory Creatures Idling Semi-lurking Outside Ladies dressing rooms Lingering Near Ladies bath rooms Scanning Unfamiliar horizon......Read the rest...

...I want to taste the new ruffled orange mushrooms Lilly Watt said. they are known as “chicken of the woods” on oak trees not dead. shaggy ink caps were jealous, as were bioluminescent blues. faerie......Read the rest...

...At night you hear the falling where the air parts to whisper its apologies. Only after the snow has touched an eve or ledge do you hear the settling; hollow sounds speaking between uncountable ......Read the rest...

...When vitamin and medication bottles became plaything of the missus Mental health of yours truly heavily reliant upon one selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor named fluoxetine (Prozac) aside f......Read the rest...

...When the snout of lush abundance is full and flowing, when all prey and creature-kind spill upon the verdant swards, then it is that I worry night and day, for the stoat, fox and hawk are at work,......Read the rest...

...War Is where Nobody wins And everybody sins At the unbeautiful bar War is hell on earth At birth God created humans To be better than the lions And the other nefarious predators That’s a gi......Read the rest...

...At night you hear the falling, but only after it has settled on some eve or ledge; a parlance between whisper and creak. Beyond the deaf walls, listening to the bushy tails of foragers, the s......Read the rest...

...the field is given a name battles are about where they disappear the ones that walk away don't know where the hell they are after the mayhem peace continues des......Read the rest...

...If I come to you in summer fields full of fragrant bell-shaped flowers, would you fly that I might follow to watch you dance before your fellows in floral-edged soliloquy. With vibrant tempos ......Read the rest...

...the field is given a name battles are about where they disappear the ones that walk away don't know where the hell they are after the mayhem peace continues des......Read the rest...

...Foragers of the Prairie Forest David J Walker Faith that the rains will return Like faith in the next breath breathed in doth befall without thought of What it is we are breathing An a......Read the rest...

..."For someone's joy is often someone else's despair" by Poet X Excited children grin and cheer to see the snow; a winter wonderland indeed for them to play - their parents are not quite as plea......Read the rest...

...Symphonic Quiescent Overture – Maestro Kant Imitate (alternately titled: a retrospective review randomly selecting an outdated poem stored within Apple icloud queue methinks ye might might sa......Read the rest...

...At night you hear the falling, but only after it has settled on some eve or edge, then you hear the voices in the snow, you listen to the bushy tails, of foragers, and the sibilant lips of the ......Read the rest...