Picket Poems - Poems about Picket

Muddrocker, the moose, crossed the reindeer’s picket line He’ll be okay, father reassured mother, he’ll be fine. Dasher and Vixen wanted to scratch out Muddrocker’s eyes. Santa was thrilled to see him on Christmas Eve, no big surprise. Reindeer were pouting and snorting as sleigh drove away. Santa realized he needed no more reindeer on this sacred day. Fired them all...

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The picket fence wore no fresh paint ... but on the ground an old apple core...

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Elves were on strike, it was Santas worst fear Sick of long, late hours and forced Christmas cheer Sick of being on shelves What to give to these elves When they only work one month in the year.... Dec 2, 2022...

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The picket line’s a lonely place With just two of you there Fighting for a membership That doesn’t seem to care. Two members turned back; Just two, no more. Most of them slipped quietly in Through the hidden back door, And quietly slipped out again And we saw them driving by Funny how none of them seemed Able to look us in the eye. We stood there...

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I don’t want the white picket fence I’ll take the one that’s weathered by time Bent in a way that gives it character Bordered by tall grass and wild thistle You might rest your elbows on it after a long day And smile at the sunflowers I planted Because you know that when their yellow heads grow too heavy They’ll have something...

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Today’s News Tomorrows Blues David J Walker Off white Black typed Picket fence newspapers Stacked in racks unread Everything said Yesterday Made news today Everyone who bled Or bruised made news In the official records where Only the dead are Laid to rest in the haze of the Obituaries details Scattered like ashes among The ads of mortuaries On the next page the movies Remind us...

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Never seen a fence I didnt want to climb.. walking around all hungry without even a dime. nothing to big or too small, to short or too tall, I new i could climb.. seems like when it came to that white picket fence.. I lost track of time.. how it got its fame???? but i see how it got its name.. On the...

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we ride our white horse young and in love, arms ‘round waist — fairytale figures 1/21/2021...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmLsbatEo_w&t=27s Wood picket fences and outdoor fairies a dreamy place where everything is made of light and grace the flowers seems to breathe of their own accord here in this magical place of open air . Residing in silence, soft and inviting are the birds of the air, meditate and leave all worries behind , come...

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I am offended; That you've placed me here; Nailed upon two-by-fours; Tacked up by metal spores; Attached to this space; Adhered to this place; Picket Fence What sense does it make; Surrounded by natures landscape; I walk around in pickets; 3 inches to 8 inches wide; While in statue 6 foot to 10 foot high; Surrounding my privacy-protecting all that be; Picket Fence Spiritually connected Spiritually nail to a post I'm...

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my white picket fence expecting the beautiful… now behind hells bars 5/7/5 March.18.2019 Writing Challenge 3 March Senryu Sponsored by: Dear Heart Placed 4'th...Thank You...

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I wander by the white picket fence I wonder, what if I met you sooner Would we have fallen in love in those years? Filled with energetic times of joy? Would we have been too young to understand? What it takes to make it true? A bond that lasts forever, sacrifice at best I know my heart has not grown older With all...

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By Laura March 27, 2016 This is my sunset home Forever here I roam I can't escape these memories The waves that throw me in the sea To rise above the flashback tide To know there's nowhere left to hide We only eat from the aimless streets Statistics seem to see what they want us to be Meet me here in this broken place of...

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A girls dream of love A quest for a man To know her every whim And hold her held out hand The pictures in her head The dress, the ring, the date Depending on the man Why should she have to wait The house, the dog , the kids The white picket fence Just like the stories read Fifty years of hell and bliss Till...

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Featuring: Keith :) ---------------------- Fresh sand garments The Mental Colosseum floor Self-infliction's--waging wars ---------------------- ~ AND THE POEM BEGINS ~ A mask, tiny holes Breathing heavily Dancing around my toes Broad carbon steel Safe behind my will Equipment of revenge Fencing the world with my eyes I bow, with the morning dew, My mind a dual in its own world. When the curtains lift, I prepare myself with a...

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