Horn Poems - Poems about Horn

... Sun is set to shine Streets start humming Birds are ready to fly ......Read the rest...

...Portal to land of the fey Opens up in unicorn bay The horses there all have a horn Because each one is a beautiful unicorn There are rainbows too, and a waterfall We love being there, land of ......Read the rest...

...what we will look for what waits for us at the door will be more and more weather may be bleak when to God would speak Him will always seek what God would suggest you will score high on my......Read the rest...

...The green leafed tree in the harbor. There the freights are advanced. Sailors with quality tools, while diners feast and play chess. The edge Of the merchants dine hall has a Blindspot where tu......Read the rest...

...During the Civil War, money came late, Indians starved, left to their fate. Two braves came across a white farmer's food. They were hungry and stressed and in a bad mood. Little Bear picked up ......Read the rest...

...I've got the lecture notes ready I've got the examples Just blow what I'm telling you to blow I am responsible for the resurgence of the sales of saxophones I unlock the doors of my car By......Read the rest...

... At No Moon night on way back to home from movie show, suddenly noticed descent Crescent Moon rising slow. Side by side coming Half Moon with half disc yellow. Nex......Read the rest...

...Zechariah 14:6-7, 9 NIV? [6] On that day there will be neither sunlight nor cold, frosty darkness. [7] It will be a unique day—a day known only to the Lord—with no distinction between day and night.......Read the rest...

...And so it is that on this day, I can loud and proudly say, I’m one hundred! I’m one hundred! I still remember the dust bowl, and now I’ve reached this lofty goal. I’m one hundred! I’m one hu......Read the rest...

...You should see the Vikings fan at Christmas I was told! The crazy guy they pointed out was wearing horns of gold. On each horn this October was perched a jack-o-lantern too. I wondered if on the 4......Read the rest...

...Ella Fitzgerald (1917 – 1996) In the midst of stale fog – Is it day or night? The dimmed dishevelled lights don’t give a bass clef Whilst notes made syncopated love at the bar A tsunami of dis......Read the rest...

...My life is like a shoe. A shoe filled with glue. Thinking I’m stepping into something helpful. But ends up taking a toll. Sticking to my socks. I can tread rocks! But as I become worn. I wish ......Read the rest...

...Cowpoke by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16 Sleep, old man... your day has long since passed. The endless plains, cool midnight rains and changeless ragged cows alone remain of what once was.......Read the rest...

...Easter as interpreted by one... rebated, rebelled, rebirthed, rebooted, and rebuked courtesy one ill shod Unitarian atheist, who means NOT to affect any sacrilegious fallout nor offend devo......Read the rest...

...Sunlight tinges the morning mist Dew drops on blades of grass are kissed On flowers and bows of trees Birds and bees do as they please Ants are too many to list Most parents will work ......Read the rest...