Goats Poems - Poems about Goats

In the pastures where the tall grass sways, My luck roams free beneath the sun's warm gaze, With nimble feet and playful, bounding grace, They jump and dance, their joys we can't erase, Nature's charm unfolds in their carefree ways. Their coats of white or brown, a patchwork dream, ...

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The moon, a charcoal smudge, hangs low and dim, while stars, like pinpricks, pierce the black night. Clicking crickets creates a raucous hymn, and katydids whir on new wings to take flight. A yellow bulb's honeyed glow makes a homey sheen until a timer flicks a switch turning off the light and letting darkness rush into the tranquil scene, making baby goats...

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We laud the sports G. O. A. T. ‘s, the “Greatest of all Time” who please us fans with their skills. We crave those great thrills. Each chance to support them, we seize. Of special goats, you might have heard, deemed royal by King Charles the III. This rare golden...

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nanny goats eat grass and leaves of trees wild mountain goats stand on rocks with ease tiny pygmy goats know how to climb up trees frumpy milking goats give product away with ease long-eared goats look as weird as bumblebees wonder if army goats do pushups from their knees?...

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WE GOBBLE GOAT’S CHEESE Scales of justice weighed in gold and coal cherubs and demons cheer without fear horns blow, rooms gather fat Coaxing a grey Persian cat climb stairs of glamour or disillusioned clamour Heads dance across Florentine floor joy shiver silent at a wooden door hazardous stealth the cunning core Roti fry in sesame oil to serve with Côté...

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Standing atop a blade of grass Closing in toward the edge Beard balancing a dangling ass As it looms over the edge Danger heeds below the passers by Unknowing underneath the eave A lightly plop from just up high A souvenir before they leave Vendors and markets as summer booms Quirks and perks of a grass topped roof The strife and life of the goats...

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Aquarium realms of anointed fools masquerade as sensibility Typecast foolscap tired typewriters ribbons don't have a prolonged head Between the streets where the drunkard spins his tales A strange panacea scattered snakes launch ta ta tee Oh sang the Sea goat his change as constant as the tide strangely sympathising the endless wave...

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A disastrous sunflower, Poe is hour after hour now studied the way a murder is by Alfred Hitchcock or Sherlock Holmes long-lived even in death, he suffers in hell through our eyes on the page and our ears thereafter....

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Gobble Gobble gobble, that's what they say, nearly every day... I go out to greet them. I go out to meet them. I go out to feed them, I need them, as they make me laugh. They are clumsy they are klutzy, they are ballerinas in training too. I mean to tell you... all about...

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Goats... They are funny creatures, little goats. They make you laugh, when the world is not funny. They know how to have fun, in the sun... of every day. We should learn more from animals. They are better at living their lives, then we are. They know that the world is full of miracles, and have no...

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Do not waste your vote, all say But, who shows the right way? All politicians are fully corrupt The Nation may face bankrupt If you elect kindly Mr. X He will be weak in sex On the other hand Mr. Y Will make Justice die If you make your vote invalid Again you prove to be stupid As someone will put your vote This you may...

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"The end is near," the short-wave said. "Before midnight, all will be dead." I aim to leave my baggage here. For my warted nose should I fear? April fifteen and taxes due Can I afford to be so lax As to ignore my yearly tax? Pinch me, pinch me, I hope ‘tis true. Will my love share claret and cheese Before God winnows wheat...

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Once a little goat with a small horn, Wanted to become a unicorn, She wished and she wished every night And prayed and prayed, it might Come true, I want to wish on a star, So the next night they saw one far, But although so bright Gave off little light. Look mummy at that grass over there, Please don’t stare, For they might run...

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prancing baby goats throw joy around the barnyard exuding delight...

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Daffodils, nanny goats, rainbow unicorns, and roses In a poem prancing around, laughing at my poses. Marigolds, diamonds, starlight here and forever Words jumping in and out, being truly clever. Purple majesty, mountains, wind and heather, Word play whispers let’s start, you are taking forever I jot down some words, and into my mind a tune prances. Playing with letters makes my...

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