Log Poems - Poems about Log

babies on her back the possum crossed the river a log was her bridge ...

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Once there was a log Floating downstream On a swift-flowing river Towards a sawmill. And, on that log, Perched on a loose patch of bark, Behind a broken limb, There was an ant. The ant didn’t know about the sawmill. He did not hear the rushing water. He couldn’t tell the size of the log, Or perceive the danger he was in. On that piece of bark,...

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(freed-verse) / (reversal) - be - (reverse all) / (free verse) - knot - len...

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Rotted wood splinters Shiny beetles run amok Mushrooms guard the door ...

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In a log cabin out in the Wild West Many tumultuous years ago A family cuddled and found sweet rest By their potbellied wood-burning stove A tall candle burned bright in the window The harsh, cold wind beat upon the door Everyone had done their evening chores And now had circled the warm wood stove A golden glow filled the old log...

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Once there was a log Floating downstream On a swift-flowing river Towards a sawmill. And, on that log, Perched on a loose patch of bark, Behind a broken limb, There was an ant. The ant didn’t know about the sawmill. He did not hear the rushing water. He couldn’t tell the size of the log Or perceive the danger he was in. On that piece of bark,...

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[Part 1 - Day 1] Oh what my wearying world has wrought... Mind and soul and body aged - broken before my time. How many burdens can I carry? Crosses can I bear? The decade passed drew like a rasp, as slivers of my outer skin dissolved. Those strands and pieces can't protect me now... From family: progeny, severing spouse; Autism, ADHD...

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The mountains rise like white haired ancient gods. The wolves howl their age old forgotten runes. In the blue sky birds perform their glissades As they fill the air with their joyful tunes. There are desolate, untrodden valleys, Where the wild wind speaks its deepest myst’ries, From which the list’ning moon each night sallies. The northern lights burn their deliveries. The world seems...

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entry code was shh pronounced shhh... so i sewed my idea back-up... and maybe later i can... rewrite some... idea of... a why... such a notion be... worth writing about when who... did what when or where or not at all so that i'm done... stan sand ...

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There once was a cocky male frog Who met a cute toad on a log She thought he said “Ribbit” In fact, he said “Rub it” Now he’s belly-up in the bog. ...

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Looking out for a reputation in vogue Very sanctimonious Well you're the queen of making it obvious She'll walk away hastily with her head down But it's never long enough to pull out her phone, and answer a text And the tail fails between the legs, The hunted becomes the hunter With an intrepid headline loaded in the...

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in the midst of death- lichens come to life...

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On seeing the painting of Edvard Munch Of the woodland stretching endless One would feel, one has entered a sanctuary, Where stillness prevails and coolness overpowers There is no sound except the sound of rustling leaves. Tall trees touching Heaven’s seams stand proud, Telling how they withstood the harshness of the sun and the hail, And endured the storms and attacks from...

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Yes, Life Crumbled At His Feet Like Decay On An Old Log Yes, life crumbled at his feet like decay on an old log that morn was abjectly eerie had a low moving fog and in the distance a low murmur rolled on in In that bleak little world, in the country road a dead dog Whilst in the teeming...

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