Scalded Poems - Poems about Scalded

... Summer’s footprints are here, scorching land at noon. scalded tree leaves fear, they will fall soon. Dawn emits autumn hue, cloud laces sapphire sky. Grass dons pearly dew, rust......Read the rest...

...When this cold, broken world is healed of its sins, and flooded with light and the warmth of your grace, When all is reborn and remade for forever, and time's paralyzing fear is erased from realit......Read the rest...

...Find Father Farrell and Terrell when over barrel while incredible church is imperil find (call) Father Farrell (Terrell) Parish which we cherish would scream when scalded with steam so it di......Read the rest...

...It was not healthy, a blunderbuss wind had shot itself. Strong legs for weak minds were needed. Therapy dogs did their best to heal the barking mad. Weather pattens predicted downcast ski......Read the rest...

...I can only imagine how n'ice e-z floe... Tubby in the calving throes breaking free and clear shepherding, milking, and honing rambunctious as bovine bris versus being stymied courtesy cow ......Read the rest...

...The empty swing swings gently in the gentle breeze that wafts across the empty playground park. The dust in the foot-pans beneath the swings lifts up in the breeze, swirls and curls in a s......Read the rest...

...He had as a friend met Remy, Now, he is his sworn enemy: On seeing Remy would withdraw, Race towards any exit door, For if Remy did, sword could draw: A full fight or half of it sure! A frien......Read the rest...

...Last night's grief was filled with a serene dawn. Woodsmoke and scalded spices flood the air. The darkened sunlight disclaims treads the lawn. Last night's grief was filled with a sere......Read the rest...

...Young James Pruitt was an ordinary boy; he grew up in an ordinary town. But set a spell, and I’ll tell a tale of how some not-so-ordinary things went down. See, James was a good boy; he did his......Read the rest...

...I know you are there At the bottom of the Ocean At the deepest part of my heart I know you're there, You little fire. They are scalded but not yet burnt They're searching for you To hold, s......Read the rest...

...Skiing on a cup of java the little ant got burned Limping out to lick his wounds he decided to return Once again the ant was scalded yet he seemed quite unconcerned I guess that ants a......Read the rest...

...[Written with much love and bonhomie in response to Milt’s Poem ‘Hearty Poetry Soup’] * Not so long ago in a land called Soup A warlock gathered a talented group These were ......Read the rest...

...On a tour across the Scottish highland moor, one summer noon I stopped by a grand Victorian house. Curious, I entered silently through the half-closed door, in the semi-dark room a pile of anti......Read the rest...

...Here's the scoop, friends... This is, as indicated, the 1st HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. The 2nd half had to be posted separately due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations. No other way I c......Read the rest...

...While on a tour across the moor of the Scottish highland, one summer noon I stopped by a grand Victorian house. Curious, I entered silently through the half-closed door, in the half-dark room a......Read the rest...