Puffs Poems - Poems about Puffs

...In the term of birth, fields begin to mend. Tough soil softens in tones of brown umber, Insects wriggle to rejoice winter's end. Spiders spin webs, rising from their slumber. Virgin tre......Read the rest...

...______________________________________________________________ There'd needn't be no digs of earth or clumps of clay that weigh my girth, ......Read the rest...

...He puffed the magic dragon Till he was ninety-three And frolicked in a smoky mist Beneath the ganja tree With little pipes and papers He loved to huff and puff It made him think such silly th......Read the rest...

...There’s a box lying somewhere. Somewhere in a dusty cupboard. Somewhere behind old paper, older words, and wounds older still. Somewhere no one can find it. I think about it, sometimes. Some......Read the rest...

... Some express their pain, some sacrifice it for others, only poets turn it into poetry - (my quote) Only poets can turn words into poems, so those who are not poetic can feel them in a beauti......Read the rest...

...The freight train puffs a veil of smoke into the night. The iron rails rumble. Be still. Now. There it is, the engine's call, fading To the distance. Between shadows, a lean figure grips tight ......Read the rest...

...Silently she arrived on rain bowed streams, in shamrock eyes. She filled the ponds and fluffed the blossom stuffed milkweed pods with puffs of cotton. She nudged chorus frogs from emerald dreams......Read the rest...

...No prettier flowers match the ones Lynn nurtures with immense care; all her fantasies seem to adhere... as if they were evocative lyrics! Crape myrtle trees are blooming early, they beautify t......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The little flowers whose petals hang in bunches, white eyelashes fluttering within the tumult of the zephyr. Tiny taunting gestures flirting Newtonian tugs solitar......Read the rest...

...The sun is playing peek-a-boo. It warms me when it’s out, But when it hides behind the clouds, A chill shows off its clout. I much prefer the sunshine’s rays, Which sink into my skin, Remindi......Read the rest...

...Brick, grit smeared towers, crank-out smears for heavy smokers. Under every stacked chimney goblins belch, coughing up, cancer into a riddled sky. Workers wade through ankle pulling tar, g......Read the rest...

...Louder and louder - becoming inaudible Neck Neck Stick it out long Flash Flash Images distilled, frozen and framed Drinks flying Clothes torn and lost Crowds getting bigger Want......Read the rest...

..."The deepest longing in the human heart is the desire for appreciation."--William James A halo of treetops rings the cyan river, as it trips and rolls down Gaia's branches; a gent......Read the rest...

...Visionary third eyed spied; Baby blue cream lavender skies; Cool fluffy wind sails clouds; Birds in trees shout, praise God; Speaking language to Elohim; I fell blessed, nature’s v......Read the rest...

... Visionary third eyed spied; Baby blue cream lavender skies; Cool fluffy wind sails clouds; Birds in trees shout, praise God; Speaking language to Elohim; I fell blessed, nature’s......Read the rest...