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Short Chain Saw Poems

Short Chain Saw Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Chain Saw by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Chain Saw by length and keyword.


Premium Member Tulip Tree
the tulip tree tosses petals
to the dying maple tree
tree cutting men and chain saw converse
leaving stumps ...of words
a twitching, gray squirrel cusses....

the tulip tree has lost its mate...

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Categories: chain saw, nature, tree,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Hunter's Blood-Red Moon Whimsical Cat
Whispers tale of witches on festive October,
Mother's ninety first birthday and daughter in-law.
Our 20th Wedding anniversary and sober.
Halloween dressed as Ed Gein with a chain saw.
Pumpkin Patch party and wagon ride full of straw.


10/18/2023...

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© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: chain saw, october,
Form: Quintain (English)
Premium Member A Time To Reflect
one hour alone motionless in bath water... mirrored on water is the sun of a childhood reflected in ripples of time I see my father a chain saw, a pile of wood mother is sewing patches on the family jeans.... swirling quickly, down the drain ~
_________________ Carrie Richards (spiritual) ________________________________________...

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Categories: chain saw, father, mother, nostalgia, parents,
Form: Tanka
Premium Member George Washington Duck
George Washington Duck got his name from his patriotic mother.
She dressed him in red, white, and blue, just like his brother.
He was given a cherry tree and a hatchet when he turned ten.
“Look at me Mama!” He yelled with a happy grin.

Chopping down a cherry tree is more work than he thought.
Because this was a young healthy sapling, not a bit of rot.
His mama gave him a chain saw, and he was in his glory.
Of course, it completely changed the age-old story....

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Categories: chain saw, 1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Death of a Sweet Gum
Death Of A Sweet Gum Miracle Man 3/14/2022 Leaves cascading as if indiscriminately lost, casualties of nature and multiple nights frost. Once a coat of many colors on our Sweet Gum Tree, they’ve quickly become just more yard debris. Leaving exposed, a tree with prickly brown balls, that will winter as ugly until the last one falls. This yearly problem no more sticks in my craw, my light bulb moment was my Stihl chain saw. Varoom, varoom, varoom.
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© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: chain saw, death, tree, tribute,
Form: Quatrain




Book: Reflection on the Important Things