Jugs Poems - Poems about Jugs

...In the desolate temple of the soul, flesh weaves over bone a silent epitaph, Spirits lock thought within the ark of thought, and sometimes, a divine spark, And women in furies pour vessels into fra......Read the rest...

...Villanelle by Michael R. Burch Is poetry mere turning of a phrase? Has prose become its height and depth and sum? What happened to the songs of yesterdays? Does prose leave all nine Muses ve......Read the rest...

...Some fried chicken and fried potatoes, pot full of beans, and sliced tomatoes. I hear catfish sizzling in hot oil, and some fresh picked corn waiting to boil. Old folks sit at the big oak table......Read the rest...

...Don’t you see the skip of my jolly heels, skipping about the globe while planting stars? Ask then from mother earth what joy she feels When my rubber sole and her corners spar. In offices, they......Read the rest...

...One made of Bonn china, somehow, gets a great attraction, In steel and glass and plastic and bronze... lo, how many forms! There's a creative artistic beauty in each faction, Indeed, the craftsmen......Read the rest...

...crusades are on again the musketeers yelled in a delighted way They gathered their comrades and fighters from fields and the bay There was rejoicing in the streets as the throng came together. The......Read the rest...

...There's a pink wild rose growing in Westling's Meadow, which is, otherwise, full of weeds, broken fence posts, old tires and broken wine jugs--just what a wild rose needs-- a place to feel spec......Read the rest...

...I caught the bus the other day I thought I'd go on a holiday The bus arrived promptly at nine The luggage loaded in record time I was very impressed at the service There was no need to feel ne......Read the rest...

...Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber... just jabbering gibberish (A - J) Again, another awkward ambitious arduous attempt at alphabetically arranging atrociously ambiguously absolutely asinine ......Read the rest...

...The sun rose in the east creating a bright orange hue Tom lay in his bunk thinking, can it really be true? The good townsfolk had agreed Tom was a key player And decided that Soup Creek neede......Read the rest...

...Wish I had a big dog the woman told us all. We liked her a lot; she was happy most of the fall. She got depressed in the winter when she would hide. In the spring she barely came out, choosing to......Read the rest...

...A Ziplock bag of cut-up hot dogs, treats for my daughter's Huskies Two gallon jugs of 1% milk, both nearly empty Three bottles of dressing, ranch from 2007 Leftover spinach salad that looks a bit ......Read the rest...

...We all dream of spring me, you, everyone else and... window flower jugs......Read the rest...

... Hands move hastily, yet gentle Perfecting the design With creative fingers, sensitive To the clay, the substance That will be brought to life With the subtle hints of wonder H......Read the rest...

...Granny Mae was a sweet old soul, but Granddad - not so much. His all time favorite things were downin’ flies by spittin’ chew... Droppin’ lines - illegally - from bridges...snaggin’ cats...an’ brew......Read the rest...