Griped Poems - Poems about Griped

...It snowed lightly last night. I venture into the woods, hear the silence reigning supreme. Mutely a light breeze weaved its way amongst the moss-covered trunks, the high branches swinging seren......

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...Date: March 2051 Warm nearly spring afternoon Some Hakims were assembled On the vast front lawn with their Luggage. Sidney Saderi Dolly Molly Spoke with mother Daughtry about The children......

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...Grumpy Gray was not afraid of judgement day He groused and griped and sullenly made his way He had been a church goer, had missed no Sunday What have you done for others? Peter asked Mr Gray I ......

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...I just want one drop of ale the gnome told his brother. I can try to turn on the spigot if you want, said the other. But the two of them together could not get the faucet to open. They laid around......

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...Our apartment has one bedroom And 900 feet of space, But that is where our festive meal, This year, was taking place. As we cleaned and cooked, preparing For the dinner and before, We knew th......

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...I will tell you a sorrowful tale of an ancient time when the turning years carved grooves into vinyl, a time that changed everything and nothing. He was a lad, a stripling, knobble kneed and roug......

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...For twelve long years it was back to school To make sure I didn’t grow up a fool Learning how to read a book, do a cipher At times I felt like a prisoner … a lifer! I griped and groan......

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...I was prancing toward the bottom of the weirdest ugliest well of life Demons had their arms out; I threw them my stepdaughter and my wife. Lucifer took a bite out of my wife’s leg and threw her bac......

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...She grouched, grumbled, griped and groaned. We complained about her complaining. She was a pain Still we lugged her around to all family reunions She could clear a good story off a picnic table......

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...A deep pink color tinged with orange like that of a flamingo walking with our feet in shallow water As I gazed upon the sunlight, dazed and bewildered Squeezing the life out of us we believed t......

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...Loret, our lovely lithe flutist called the rest of us to the woods with her charming tune. Melody called 'Song of the Women', it was uplifting and cheery; a break from our daily work. Where are......

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...The Company was set and all were prepared for a journey that was true cause for alarm. But their spirits were high and as much as they dared still hoped to rescue the poor Tailor from harm......

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...There was an old lady, a frumpy old bag who people called horrid, a witch and a hag And 'though she was ugly and danced 'mid moonbeams all was not quite as it might've then seemed Old-fashioned......

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...I was named ... For my father, but not quite as you might think ... His first name is my middle name, Richard, And his middle name, Thomas, was my brother's first name, (Though my brother swi......

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...My son’s name is Dylan, was country raised in the hills of Wyoming where cattle graze, helped on the ranch, but never felt fulfilled, hated his hometown as teens often will. But he ‘did his tim......

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