Pouch Poems - Poems about Pouch

Old school painted barns some used for advertising some owners treasure...

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I was once hopped up to visit the zoo Until hopped upon by a kangaroo. Never met such a female grouch! She beat me until in her pouch A can of snoose I placed for her to chew....

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If I had a kangaroo’s pouch I would house a baby bunny inside It would have big ears and bigger feet. My tummy would tickle when it jiggled around in there. If the bunny hopped out, I would replace her with a robin. A mommy robin with a pretty nest and three sky blue eggs. When she wanted to feed them...

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The mutt Followed me home Determined, unafraid Wants to fit into our family Loves us complete and immediately Lives with us until his old age Determined, unafraid Kept forever Our Dog...

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When Grandmother Kangaroo goes for a visit, She takes twenty teacakes, and old alarm clocks. Her pouch could contain a tiara exquisite, Mint toothpaste, her quilting, and pink jagged rocks. She's never without her big key chain and cough drops. There's even a salt shaker for when she cooks. When Grandma the kangaroo goes for a long stop, There's glasses for reading;...

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I stood before the mirror in my violet cotton shirt and jeans from the Gap, with combed brown hair falling just below my shoulders, my backpack in tow. Small but mighty, there I was, ready to be one of the big kids now. I held on tightly to my mom's hand on the corner of Hazel and Greenleaf, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the yellow...

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Non, hairy, haven, The momma possum’s bosom, Purse pouch vouches safe, For babies facing drama, Momma's death by car trauma! In Honor Of: Chris Aechtner & Contest: Sanctuary Baby opossums are so well protected in their mother's pouch that when she suffers a fatal trauma, such as getting hit by a car , the baby possums often remain unharmed. www.ehow.com/how_2214427_help-orphaned-baby-opossum.html...

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18. who has lied in the box made up of the temperature of god all on a sudden there is a hue and cry in the abdomen of the time wearing a dirty pajama actually that has been filtered up from the voices of rock-songs the roaming of a fatigued traveller … the lies within their wishes...

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14. after the dry leaves of the winter fall in innumerable drops the spring comes the cover-face of spring means a note-book of the rain-tree letting float in the sun-water and mr harry says that this question of change is a major pull because all the unreal talks you are delivering one by one to keep pace with...

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10. the apparent golden pot that i thought to be the underneath of a kadam-tree in the dim light i can notice that the stars in the sky are disappearing this session of poetry is coming to an end now where would i go to that little home the home a tiny word of 4...

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5. is it true love or i do take it granted that i’m in love or i do love to think that i’m loving and there is neither any welcome address nor any opening song in my love my experience with heat of fire and with burning pain in the flames of water is nothing less 6. in course...

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hereunder is served some poetry pouches full of love, dear reader, stir them as you like, if you wish you may crack them to pour into mouth, you may smear them on your body or you may sprinkle them on the ground and then chant the name of god with love and enjoyment 1. the simplicity that...

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my dirty little stones in a pouch received in a hotel one night slid them under my pillow dreamt sweetly opened the pouch in the morning after breakfast saw dirty little stones wondered what they could be went to smith the jeweller sat on the couch as i waited for him to wash them came to me holding something glittery it was diamonds i jumped up...

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