Moved Poems - Poems about Moved

...The petals of a flower By Michelle Morris 29/03/2023 The petals of a flower Are soft and sweet and pure Fibonacci sequences and magic God and Nature in tune Energy and threads Science an......Read More

...The little girl who moved in yesterday looks crisp and clean She is leaning out their window, toward the garden I wonder if she wants to be outside It looks like she is dressed in her Sunday best......Read More

...So let me get this straight (if I can use that word in a totally non-offensive way) Jack and Jill now get bottled water Delivered. Little Bo Peep Keeps her sheep on leash And cleans up aft......Read More

...Hello, my name is Brook. I have a story that you won’t find in a book. It was Christmas morning and I saw a box move, Under the Christmas tree, and I didn’t approve. It scared me, but Daddy said ......Read More

...The clocks have moved forward. The Lyth Bank lanes are primrose studded. Sparky celandines wide open to the sun as winter wanes and lengthening days renew age-old designs. A pre-dawn chorus, eag......Read More

...Once upon a time, pixies lived in the forests of England, frolicking freely and friends with all the animals that shared their home. However their world changed and they became tasty snacks for grey ......Read More

...From Where Do You Come? You look great, Spaniard In your new Zara clothing. ¿De donde eres? Many years ago, shortly after I moved to Spain, I read a book about the history and traditions of S......Read More

...All of my children did come home One at a time, almost like a metronome. It made me happy, as I felt needed Yet, when they wanted advice it was never heeded. I love them all with my entire ......Read More

... He’d have to take his new jeans off to swim Or mom is sure to paddle his tail. So, his skinned them off, climbed atop the railroad bridge, folding them with the greatest care, laid them on the ......Read More

... Way out in the desert Off Highway 89 My young life ......Read More

...they dug a path down Church Lane with walls that , to my child’s eye seemed to rear up sheer and cold as though reaching for the sky at the extremes of my memory not much else is really clear ......Read More

... Her name was Sharon And I in eighth grade, I spoke not a word ......Read More

...You may have heard folks speak about giants, it certain circles that some call ‘plain nuts!’ among cryptozoological types they’re speculated upon rather much. And every few months on the intern......Read More

...There’s a little log cabin, nestled by a big, fir tree. It’s the place that my daddy built, before there was me. It’s the warm cozy place, the place where I was born, He made a little wooden cra......Read More

...Neighbors by Edmund Siejka It was getting colder Sun slowly Easing From the afternoon sky. Taking off his glasses He studied the front steps How was he going to get a heavy dress......Read More