Short Barnyard Poems
Short Barnyard Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Barnyard by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Barnyard by length and keyword.
Ted Cruz
is now attempting to play the barnyard muse
with Rick Perry
who can likely count cows but intangibles not very.
The peahen has died
The peacock is heartbroken
He joins the turkeys
Because the chickens are just
Colorless walking feathers.
King of the barnyard standing tall
Crowing loud for all to hear
Worry not about the laughter, when you fall
I’m sure it’s not sincere
lion
magnetic, powerful
lounging, lulling, studying
Africa, grasslands, barnyard, meadow
prancing, cavorting, playing
delicate, innocence
lamb
sounds like a cluck, not a cock-a-doodle-do
a barnyard is nearby, country is the clue
I strain to listen, but the sound is gone
Now I hear hooting down by my pond
clucking, chortling life
pecking the dust, without strife…
chicken scratches dirt
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Poor chickens walking around in the barnyard
Have no idea what's ahead, understanding is hard
Never had a nasty bone
Never strayed from home
Loyal family chickens so the dangers they ignored
in violet dawn
he screeches a world awake
barnyard bugler struts
the sun is coming
and he's the first one to know
blooms and butterflies
red rooster so bold
like desert cactus flowers
and amber at noon
BARNYARD BOUQUET
Poor Mahitabel
Got et the yard boys do tell
Little Johnny’s pet
Johnny’s pal got et
Noisiest bird iver heard
Gobblin day and night
Ran em plum ragged
Put up one helluva fight
What a bedlam sight
rainbow chick has a happy dance that makes us laugh
The whole barnyard is aware of it, and the zoo’s giraffe
because he is here on a foreign exchange visa, you see
See that crazy chick? She is dancing toward thee
My chicken has been flickin'
Her feathers in the hay
The cattle waged a battle
In their field the other day
A turkey feeling perky
Jumped up and ran away
Feeling daft, I laughed and laughed,
That's all I've got to say.
into the barnyard with a high knee-jerk
a yellow duck waddles in with a smirk
it pecks the hens on the rump
Old Mac Donald named it Trump
like the president he's hard up at work
9/15/2017
With long hair wrapped up, rugged nails dirt dipped,
denim overalls and barnyard boots,
I set forth to get them gnarly raspberry stalks clipped,
and return with harvested horseradish roots
and frost freshened persimmon fruits.
12-30-19
Bright White Moon
practically Glowing
Radiating Rays
Stretching
Snowing
over
log home
barnyard-red
with
yellow-orange
sunshine windows
Perfect Pines
barely green
morphed
by the Magnificence
of
Winter Woodlands
Chickens are funny
In so many ways
Barnyard clowns for sure
Pecking and clucking
Fighting over feed
Some are road kill
Suicidal
Kamikaze
Free range chickens
White feathers
Golden beaks
Staring eyes
Barnyard
Cackling
Magic
Chicks
Scratching the ground
And pecking around,
Chewing on cud,
Wallowing in mud,
Sheering the lawn
And crowing at dawn,
Running for sticks,
Grooming with licks,
Prancing for show
And hee-hawing no,
Chewing on tin,
Both women and men
Are like barnyard animals.
She is the talk of the barnyard the alpaca’s whispered in tones.
She is gorgeous, leggy, furry, and she has the prettiest bones.
We were anxious to meet her but were jealous right away of course.
Everyone was super excited about her beauty, even the camel and horse.
Barnyard gossip was a buzz
Old goat had snagged himself a young bride
Farmer Jones wiped off chicken fuzz
And promptly ran back inside
Come see! He told his wife. It’s true.
The bride wore white, she carried blue.
Other farmers came by to see.
Old goat made some kind of history.
Good to know that we can be sure that Ms. Claudine Gay
Harvard's newest president was thoroughly vetted, 'the Harvard way'
She's good with Harvard's policy that using the wrong pronoun is abuse
But 'context is required' to discipline those who scream 'Genocide for Jews'
Buck buck buh-buck-buck
Buck buck buh-buck
Buck buck, buck buck, buck buck buck
Bucka buck bucka bucka buck
A'buck buck buck.
Buh-KAW k'buck buck
Buh-KAW k'buck
Buh-KAW k'buck buck
Buh-KAW k'buck
Buck buck buck buck
Buck buck buck
Bucka buck bucka bucka buck
A'buck buck buck.
Rooster, king of the barnyard, strutt your stuff
Stretch your flexible neck enjoy today
That neck will be great in dumplings, stew soon
Flop those flap away wings like you can fly
See if they carry the rooster away
Up into the safety of the blue sky
Mmmm revenge taste delicious served hot
Chewing casual cud
In the barnyard of life
He emptied his brain
Thinking no thoughts
Watching the clouds move
Seeing a dog and a dragon
Floating in the realm of slow down
It was the best day in many days
He never wanted to return to his job
But of course he did, wanting to eat and all.
in a barnyard pen sits a happy hog
bullfrogs in a blizzard bog
dense and daring grayish fog
a curious machine with a metal cog
a summertime yip from a happy dog
going on a jaunty jubilant jog
black ants sliding on a wet log
chef includes New Years eve eggnog
love to rhyme hog fog bog cog and dog
exuding hope and love
sprinkling joy on ordinariness of the day
they take turns following
communing in a telepathic way
cats, dogs, bunnies, lambs, deer, squirrel,
finding each other
giving each other hope
sharing optimism and joy
in every meadow, barnyard and woods
not able to help themselves
I had nearly left the discomfort of the barnyard with some grace
when a roaming raring rooting rioting rooster got into my face
he chased me for a mile, and I felt more than a tiny bit of disgrace.
what are you doing? Someone asked me. Um…just a little race.
that mean fowl bit my ankle, and I landed upside down on my face.