Oats Poems - Poems about Oats

...Stork felt grumpy now that rules had changed completely My job used to be easy, I did it on time, and it was sweetly But these days I am bogged down with extra things to drop My knees are feeling ......Read the rest...

...The taste of forever Wild oats and thistles covered the track stinging my legs for punishments for since forgotten The misty Dale that makes war look like a romantic adventure that separated......Read the rest...

...The shades are drawn, and the paint is peeling on the façade, the door is cracked open as though the person inside is ready to run He lies there positioning himself into a relaxed state, wondering i......Read the rest...

... I have heard that mairsy doats and sweet little doesy doats. I'd agree that cowsy doats. Why do lamzay noats?......Read the rest...

...I have invented a nonce nonsense form: the "dabble dactyl." A dabble dactyl starts out like a double dactyl, but forgets the rules and changes horses midstream. Anyone who prefers order to chaos shou......Read the rest...

...Is there anything left to say at all. Windows open shutters drawn I swear I'm not lying to you. Breakfast is ready downstairs. I sprinkled the slightest bit of sugar onto your oats. Does that......Read the rest...

...The field had stood barren these last few years waiting for the farmer who scratched his head visualising crops with which he could plant corn tall yellow gently rustling in the breeze he mulle......Read the rest...

...Pinocchio don’t want to be no real boy no more Too many strings attached He can’t do this or that Tic Tac Toe Everybody telling him what to do, where to go He can’t go with no flow No more wi......Read the rest...

...Howler had been raised by the wolves since two A toddler, she had been adopted with her eyes of blue She was like them, she could enemy disembowel A lone wolf, who knew how to really howl A thu......Read the rest...

...I swung my mini fridge door wide Revealing tiny porridge pops and coke They puddled the shelfs dripping down, Sticky little oats and fructose The mess muddied my socks Soaking my bow and so......Read the rest...

...These are lilac days! The lilac of Purple strong I sing my song hear This song I sing these words I bring Incorruptible seasons with reasons Spewing deluge of information It is finally spring ......Read the rest...

...Its once again that time of year when fruit is at its sweetness Nuts swell bursting full of flavour lovely hazel, walnut and almonds. Just waiting for us to gather them sweet smells of cakes i......Read the rest...

...It's cloudy here. Like a stormy sea, with wind howling and waves surfing on the surface. I see minds blinded by evolution. Weight on shoulders, depression from screams, Eyes, falling diamonds Pe......Read the rest...

...I would like to choose my own oats please said the biggest horse The little girl was trying her best, but they were large of course! I want the ones with sugar frost said the oldest mare named Brin......Read the rest...

...It’s quite a thing to lay a life to rest, to place rocks over roots rotten with age, cover leaves once green with soil, sodden from rain. Conceived in the meeting of metal and wood, born a size......Read the rest...