Honked Poems - Poems about Honked

...Isabel was the youngest of four children, dwelling in a large old house, Nestled under the burgeoning oak trees, in green spring, of no doubts. Isabel's parents were devout churchgoers, i......

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...I am running away the four-year-old told his parents. Take some clothes, his father urged him. Better take your piggy bank, said his sister. Would you like a sandwich? Asked his mother. He said......

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...The quiet words, the trembling lips, we’ve heard it all before. Keen questions dwell within our minds, like who’s behind the door. We saw the lights, heard voiceless words, asked, “Is there an......

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...Fiona and her pup Scar decided to go on an adventure They hit the Pacific Highway at four in the morning on Tuesday There is nothing like the open road! Fiona sang to Scar. Scar was happy, there w......

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...*last winter break* I woke up abruptly, my chest gripped and tight. My face felt hot but my arms stung as if frostbitten. I gasped for air that wouldn’t come, as if I had a plastic bag over my hea......

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...no true destiny just anywhere else penned the sign backpack will travel cars honked many smiles some waved I felt like I was drowning perhaps in a sea of indecision?......

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...Long, long ago in a village called Sun Tales were told and stories were spun, Near a campfire where sweet meats were cooked And everyone listened whilst Mr Moon looked. The Owl and The Pussy Ca......

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...His clothes were tattered, in vivid shades of red blue & yellow he wore leatherette shoes blackly polished and gleaming with shine Red fiery hair that summoned like a fire hydrant and a......

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...A perimeter with firm block seats For teenagers patrolling the streets; More needed to strengthen their gossips; Jokes about Dads who wash plates in ships! Seat blocks for kids from the Broke......

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...No one knew what kind of car she was because she was an antique. She had a mind of her own, a colorful one at that, and she ran. She lived in a small Alaskan town, so people knew about her. That’s......

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...Walt and Melvin, Were two little boys Who were both bored With their ordinary toys Walt looked up to the table, And said to Mel "Do you think we will be able, To make a new toy with that?" "W......

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...He could paint the air and draw the winds. Of course that brief eulogy was only spoken after his demise; while alive he was often considered a clod and a bore. Foreseeing no such post-mortem fame......

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...**** Her name is Miss Pitty Patter. She's the concrete goose outside. She's quite a fashion statement. as she adorn the stoop with pride Although she doesn't s......

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...I had a dream, a pleasant dream, A dream in which was only peace… No wars, no hate, no crime, no tears, Only peace each day for men. All evil ways were cast away And only good deeds did man......

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...a gaggle of geese, Parades on by Under a morning sun They make no sound as they amble by nor feel a need to run "Why don't you fly?!" I yell angry about their pace "When you can ride the winds ......

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