Mums Poems - Poems about Mums

...Jump, thump, six graders jump from stone to pebbly stone. Chirp chirp the robin flies Across the sky alone. Crunch chunch the graveled feet, Sh. . . shoo, a breathy whisper, Hard, cold bench fo......Read the rest...

...It's world book day and all through the land, Mums and dads have their head in their hands, Cos the kids told them at bed time as they turned out the light That they need a costume, and before the......Read the rest...

...Mind is full head is racing, why can’t I just stop the pacing… 3 simple words as in “I am done” not worrying about the future I still have to overcome. The future isn’t for me , just not in my inte......Read the rest...

...After Kindy little kids wait with mums at the big kids’ school: Chat-time, there and back time; big-tree shade, dust and long leaves, water in cages – shiny bubblers, hot black play-grou......Read the rest...

...The spell of spring transpires in as rains of life begin to mend. Sunlit days and morning dew. Life awakens, a world renewed. Meadows vast with bumble bees and yellow blooms between the trees. ......Read the rest...

...Being a mum is a full-time job, A role that never ends. A love without measure , Purley it transcends. From sleepless nights to endless days. The work is never done. But the joy you feel ......Read the rest...

...I avoid those floral gangsters, vainglorious Gladioli, eugenically forced greenhouse Geraniums with their large Shar-pei heads. Garish claustrophobic chromatic mobs, their heavy menacing over-cu......Read the rest...

...The end of November Christmas looms ever nearer; Gifts required for Buster Boy Kitty Violette and Keira As well as those for Their dads and mums All to be bought before The dreaded day comes......Read the rest...

...The cemetery is alive With freshly cut mums and poinsettias. Gathering people make it even more abuzz. A crisp wind blows Over each receding blade of grass – Slowly turning them the color of b......Read the rest...

... this year mid-fall feels like mid-spring in the Deep South highs in eighties breaking records shorts and flipflops still worn daily forecast warning— cold front’s......Read the rest...

...Leaves glitter quietly, serene and slumbering, Beneath the frost’s quick breath. Amber, gold and mahogany – crisp as the voice of winter Shadowed by trembling winds of December, Hopeful and happy......Read the rest...

...ITs another Halloween There are groups walking the street Looking happy with themselves And their stash from trick or treat We’ve got toffees by the door And a bag of lollipops I’ve tape......Read the rest...

...October’s Story – Kyrielle - 9-24-23 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ October’s Story October splashes through streams of color Gold and silver dawns in watercolors Every shade......Read the rest...

... Fall's tapestry of red and gold, as scheduled, always will unfold. Still, I am dazzled and surprised October holds me mesmerized. The color riot on display of mums and pumpkins perched on ......Read the rest...

...good-bye summer see you next year your turn autumn bring your cool breeze gleaming light frost do your magic changing leaves from green to golden red and purple ......Read the rest...