Short Bushel Poems
Short Bushel Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bushel by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bushel by length and keyword.
In the Autumn Cold
IN THE AUTUMN COLD
in the autumn cold
while all the pinks are drooping
three white roses thrive
may i present
a straw filled bushel basket
with napping kitten...
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Categories:
bushel, nature, autumn, autumn,
Form:
Haiku
Bushel Or Peck
Bushel Or Peck
By: Tom Wright
Life can be either a bushel,
or a peck,
And our choices,
or those made on our behalf,
make it what it is.
...
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Categories:
bushel, how i feel, life,
Form:
Free verse
Prairie Shepherd
.
keeper of the field
guarding ten thousand bushel
defending harvest
....
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Categories:
bushel, nature
Form:
Haiku
Apple Worm
Apple Worm
Golden Delicious, Red Delicious, Empire, Fuji, Gravenstein, apples
They say an apple a day keeps the Doctor away
But
One worm can destroy a whole bushel of good apples
By: Eve Roper 12/18/2015...
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Categories:
bushel, sad,
Form:
Verse
Apple Lay
I'm being followed by an apple
I feel like I've been picked
I wonder if it rolls on by
I'll have a bushel wit
I try to say it isn't me
who sees it as it falls
For me; I'm certain love is me
and gravity can't call
So on I go remembering when
I saw it light the way
And say this apple isn't me
and kick it where it lay...
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Categories:
bushel, analogy, assonance, character, funny, giggle, identity, nursery
Form:
Quatrain
Caravan
Caravan
You don’t pick radishes.
You pull radishes, bent over
Workin’ backwards, ten hours.
Rubber band ‘em by the dozen
Bushel full, boss pays eight bits.
Twenty bushel good day.
Band 99 cents at the Kroger.
Make it to America, land
Of opportunity. Walk for
Your children, pull for your
Grandchildren.
Copyright 2018 Paul M Thomson...
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Categories:
bushel, children, immigration,
Form:
Political Verse
Appalachian Trail Walk
showers of castanets
on a tin roof
a stop-over for the night
on the longest hike
a bushel of owls
in each drip of rain
aftershocks of mice nibbling through
the wires of a sleepless mind
listening
through ear shaped microphones
pigeons scrabble overhead
then clatter as they take off
the rain softens toward dawn
to a ten second splish
time to move on...
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Categories:
bushel, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
The Man Suffers
Post-term pregnancy perturb my health,
For to put to bed, in this place, is sacrilege.
The king has made ready his swords
For the neck of him, who dare to birth.
Known truth is a pregnancy, seeking escape
Into the world of obscurity.
Truth like the light detained under bushel
Is seeking manifestation, to make man free
From the yoke of the cruel slave lords.
The man suffers, that hoards the truth....
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Categories:
bushel, fear, freedom, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Weirdest Mushroom Couples
Weirdest mushroom couples met in the park.
One of the men began to howl, whistle and bark.
His wife who was taller said “Wait a second! Hark!”
The other couple thought they were joking, suspected a lark.
Tourist husband with a camera around his neck.
Said to his wife “that other wife’s hair is a wreck.”
The wife said to her husband “it’s worth a bushel and a peck.”
The other couple heard but said “what the heck.”...
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Categories:
bushel, 3rd grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Fall
Fall is coming its time for the change
Winter follows but its still out of range
Leaves come down in their natural spiral
Pick apples and pumpkins by the bushel
Halloween is the time to change your face
Thanksgiving is a holiday to show gratitude in your grace
Enjoy a hayride in so many ways
Test your skill in the corn maze
Watch the foliage turn color before your eyes
Enjoy the cool weather it’s a sweet Autumn surprise...
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Categories:
bushel, seasons, autumn, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Recipe For Procrastination
This poem is not written by me. It is written by a 12 year old
student who has writers in her family. I'm just the teacher.
Recipe
Start by pouring a pound of Netflix in a bowl
Add a sprinkle of marshmallows
Place one phone into the bowl
Please note, the phone must have Snapchat
Stir slowly
In another bowl
Mix a bushel of homework
Let that sit and rise
Drizzle chores on top
Stir cautiously
Mix together roughly
On a cookie sheet
place down one screwed child...
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Categories:
bushel, child, education,
Form:
Verse
Crumbling Roofs
A tin rain ticks between
the scrabble of pigeon claws.
Time drips off a shingled edge.
In moments you can land years behind
as just the shrunken rolling head
of a whole decade.
Eyes open, you watch,
a bushel of owls hooting
as aftershocks shake
a crumbling roof -
one you are no longer under.
Listening as if on a phone,
sliding into the woe-be-gone,
you are now,
back in the backyard of nowhere.
Pigeon wings clatter,
a rain softens,
to a slow
measured splattering....
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Categories:
bushel, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Begging To Differ Is What I Do Best
The light of the world is hidden under bushel baskets of snarky stuff
I cannot uncover it by myself, so I need your help, I tell the masses.
The light of the world is already here, we recognize it, some reply.
I beg to differ, I reply.
I beg to differ a lot.
Begging to differ is what I do best.
I am pretty good at it.
I have the gift of persuasion also.
I could form my own cult.
My followers would be many.
But I am not ready for that.
I beg to differ, many tell me....
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Categories:
bushel, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Clockwork
Clockwork
Tic, Toc,
Tic, Toc,
Around the clock,
What’s time
but a constraint,
In all the bushel
it is all yet quite faint,
You go through life
doing something you love,
Transforming It
into a beautiful dove,
It is what
you do with It,
Do It in spite
just to be merely bull—shit
So can you
tell me your timeline
Well I don’t
even know mine . . . . .
Tic, Toc,
Tic, Toc,
Around the clock.
Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein...
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Categories:
bushel, allegory, change, creation, encouraging, future, growth, moon,
Form:
Rhyme