Pile Poems - Poems about Pile

Word Pile - Englyn Union

Alas, all this pile, has not got much sense,
Ha’pence for all the lot;
Had but a clue I been taught,
I’d not compose utter rot.

The plane

The plane pierced into the pile,                                     exploded loudly,           

Time to Pile Ourselves into a Stone Wall

It is time for us to embrace our differences, enjoy each other’s cultures
A time to rejoice in the diversity God gave each of us to admire and revere
We need to gather together, teach each other our mantras and our songs
Tell our folk stories, our relative stories, our experience stories.
To pile ourselves into a stone wall,

Log Pile

Rotted wood splinters
Shiny beetles run amok 
Mushrooms guard the door

Weight Pile

Walked into prison young and small/
What I lacked in size, I made up in toughness/
Even that's not enough, these dudes are huge/
I hit the weight pile, tied up my shoes to choose/
What should I do, take a jog or walk a while/
I seen some dudes lined up at the weight pile/
Hitting that iron, getting swole

Ratty cat

Ratty cat, ratty cat,
old and alone,
sitting on a wood pile,
making it his own..
Ratty cat, ratty cat,
listening and wondering.
Why has the sky grown dark?
Could that be thundering?
Ratty cat, ratty cat,
here comes the rain..
Fur now soaking wet thru an
orange matted mane..
Ratty cat, ratty cat,
drenched as can be.
Are you waiting there for
a free meal from me?

Brush Pile

                                   Pile of dried branches
                

Mental Thing

Can I be exonerated
For the crimes I never commited?
There’s no one to ask, I’m afraid
Which doesn’t make me uplifted
And its nowhere to go, I’m unseen
Cause my passport is shining too bright
Unwelcomed, I see the screen
But never I saw the light,
Of that special hour, before the evening
Covers your land, my reader 
No rest for the wicked,

Bottom of Pile on Trial Horn Haiku

When bottom of pile
there are those who are on trial
this has been our style

The Pile He Ate

birds fall hunger-wise...
before
cold winters shortages...

today a woodpecker ate...
such an
overfill it had to lay on the...

feeder for ten minutes till...
its throat
cleared so that it could fly...

it was such a 'pile he ate' that...
it's
called a 'pileated' woodpecker...


stans sand

Just a Pile of Books

The words are waterfalls down the pages,
Fluidly descriptive of time and place;
Pieces of text from different ages,
The words finding meaning in their own space.
They live in the books within the covers
And tell their stories of life through the years ..
Of family, friends and long-lost lovers,
Of lifetime experience, hopes and fears.
The books bring to mind a

Chief Linked With Thief

The poor man is still in grief;
He was being linked with a thief!
A real big blow to A Chief…

Thrice he’d tried a spiced-up beef 
But the glad bites turned out brief;
“Spreading wide is wrong belief;
To that beef holds no relief.”

He’d be leaving for some reef,
There to not be reaching beef:
Agreed place of his exile;
To stay

Jumping In a Pile of Leaves

Leaves-piles are seen plenty in our place,
During summer or winter or spring or autumn's race;
Our games of any sort in fall are incomplete,
Without hiding within or beside heap of leaves-suit;
Jumping within leaves-piles is true fun,
As though slipping through bed-sheets velvet-spun; 
Sometimes their dry-hard petioles poke,
Who minds it, when exhilaration constantly does provoke?
Occasionally from under a

Jumping In a Pile of Leaves

The wind whirls 
Around the trees
To gather their foliage
Around their base.
Brown and red
With remnants of summer
In a sprinkle of green.
I feel a sudden 
Rush of ecstasy 
Jumping in a pile of leaves!
I land on my back
In this textural bliss
Hearing them crunch
As they soften 
My landing. 
The child within
Cheers with delight
Jumping
In a pile of leaves.


Written September

Compost Pile

A poem, lovely as a compost pile,
One lingers, sifts the elements awhile.

At first unclear, not all is evident;
Sharp images emerge as time is spent.

Though pieces, separate, may cause chagrin,
When taken as a whole, beauty's within.

To mull, to stew, to tease suggestions out
Though time elapses, ere they take shape, sprout.

For oft, a new direction is deduced,
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