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Haystack Poems - Poems about Haystack


Premium Member The Poem In The Haystack
May your poetry output be more plentiful Than the number of bits of hay To be picked through Before finding the Haystack’s Needle ...

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Categories: haystack, creation, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Magic In a Haystack
Farm child or a child from the city Every one of them know the magic Something to be dove into from up high Or tunneled into through a secret door A haystack can be anything you can imagine A pond or a castle or anything in between But it will always be fun And who could ever ask for more...

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Categories: haystack, childhood, fun, imagination,
Form: Free verse



Needle In a Haystack
N-eedle in a haystack E-agerly evades the finder; S-earch is so difficult T-o any serious seeker. O-n the twenty-seventh of July, the truth is finally found; R-emain inside the fold, till you hear the trumpet sound. E-ach elect has found C-omplete peace of mind; H-aystack and zone of lies A-re truly left behind. N-o unbeliever...

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Categories: haystack, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
Haystack
Been looking for love And I know it’s very near But every time I find it It always seems to disappear Maybe I don’t know what It is really I’m searching for What if I had it already? And let it walk out the door I feel so lost in this world With a monkey on my back Finding some one to love Is...

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Categories: haystack, girl, grandmother, life, me,
Form: Light Verse
Premium Member Needle In a Haystack
The sun barbequed the skin, raising a tenderized pink glow to the cheeks of the children in the ramshackle red barn. The three story hay loft partly empty was bristling with tikes. Pincushioned with straw, sharp as needles, in their hair, tee-shirts and socks an “itch-o-rama” of gross magnitude. Hoarse screams of “Geronimo!” propel a girl child out ward...

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Categories: haystack, nostalgiagirl, red,
Form: Narrative



Napping Under the Haystack
The boy who resides over the sheep seems to have dozed off in the midst of the changing times Everything around him is traveling at a light year speed And jet-lag has taken its toll on the one napping under the haystack So I guess its up to someone else to blow the horn But who? It looks like everyone...

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Categories: haystack, life, people, uplifting,
Form: Free verse

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