Short Ditches Poems

Poetic license 
Low  flight of fancy ditches
Poetic justice...

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the last days of snow 
melting snow slushy messes 
cars lined in ditches...

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Government regulations
Aren't bridges to riches.
They're deepening _______...

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dirty frozen gray piles iced over
ruining driveway ditches
what once was pretty snow...

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plow trucks out at night 
ditches filled with thick white snow 
winter storm is here...

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Bat's fang ditches, vampiric disease needs stitches,
as carmine blood seeps, forever now she sleeps...

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Apes ate apples
Bears bear babies 
Cats catch catfish
Dogs digs ditches

such simple story
poem paints pictures

pathetic personal poem!

this is the simplest poem ever!...

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Find Glitches In Stitches

In everyone and thing, we find glitches,
So God will gladly help us sew stitches,
And a dirty deal,
Does not appeal;
God likes keeping minds out of ditches.

Jim Horn...

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Digging ditches deeper does depend on dirt
Degradingly dry or dampened and drenched 
Discovery delivers different diagnostics
Despite dimensions of developed domain.

12/1/2017
Alliteration Contest...

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Whisper, whisper goes the wind,
Ruffling though my leaves.
I will not let him blow me down,
I’ll proudly bend with the breeze!

Drip, drip, goes the rain,
As it falls right through my branches!
I quietly let it slide right down my trunk,
And run into the ditches....

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Rain
pours down
cats and dogs,
leaving puddles.
Water flows down through
canals, drains and ditches
Sky, overcast with dark clouds,
signals a torrential downpour.
Nature's fury, unleashed in full force.
Lands being inundated fast, men flee....

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For lovers fighters and wild bronc riders
 heres to the boys from new mexico
we have no trifles 
we hang our balls upon the walls and shoot  'em down with rifles 
when sex rare we'll rape a bear and sleep in dirty ditches 
we'll show them texan boys we're some bad  sons of god...

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I am a woman saver
I see them all depleted and torn
Smashed and squashed
Down in ditches

I try to pull them out
Not using church or books of man
I put my arms out but they do not leap into them
They think I am a killer, a maniac, someone else to hurt them

I never stop trying...

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My dog chews through cars
And houses and ditches
My dog chews through underwear
Spitting out delicate stitches

My dog chews through anything moldy or kosher
My dog Buddy chews like the blades of a dozer
We love him no matter that he just ate the house
At least it got rid of the cat and a mouse...

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autumn rainbows stripe
vegetable september
across bromham fields;
roundway island, hazed in mist
on a marrow orange sea

wiltshire sunbeams fall
gold on the cockle pickers
green fields, fishermen;
down fruit littered ditches glint
glitter strewn rivers of light

© Gail Foster September 16th 2016...

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All through spring,
the catalysts of eddies,
encircle the rivulets
bubbling over,
like wherewithal's brandishing
this errant song.
Now the lesson is over,
dark ditches all reignite
treasons answer,
twice mightier than the sword,
he carries his words in the rain
following like the lamb
the serpents gain....

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Rain brings the memory of the day
The car's engine caught on fire, and the uncles started 
Dragging us kids out of the backseat
Throwing us silently into ditches

Saving our lives, without talking
We all knew better than to tell our mothers
Dad was the one pouring stuff on the hot engine in the rain
When it happened....

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I have a habit to squash,
An ardent disciple of nyash,

I'm getting born again,
Never to follow it again,

From it I've lost my teeth,
Even from those that are petit,

Severally fell into ditches,
Look at all these stitches,

The latest hitting a wall,
Nyash is perilous as a whole,

@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk...

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You were our sun
Giving us the shine we did not get at home
You lifted us up 
Out of the ditches of our lives

You gave us hope
We did not believe you at first
We thought you were lying to us
We knew who we were

But you did not give up
Inspiring us 
To become
Who we could be
Rather than who our parents thought we were...

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Those who fly alone
Can survive tornadoes and floods
Leaning on others is not their go-to.

Lone wolves
Become savvy and wise
Learning more than most

Those who go it alone
Can survive other’s wrath
Crawl into ditches or pitch a willow lean-to

We are our own best teacher
Experience is our playground
Survival is our work...

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Man so brave we called him Sissy Britches.
One bee and he would dive into the ditches.
Terrified of fire,
One we couldn’t admire.
Killed during game by one of the pitches.

We did not hate him now that he was dead.
And learned pretty quickly his name was Fred.
He became a saint.
Memories a taint.
Put up a statue made of metal – lead....

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The dirty skeleton of March 
Wears a coat of shredded hope of winter's passing
And drags its feet through wind, rain and blackened snow
In ditches and across fields of stunted grain,
Swirling forgotten leaves of November
Still lying in dead and forgotten flower beds
Blowing away traces and thoughts of a gentle April for now,
But not forever.....

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fading light captured
the roadside shimmers
soft shadows fall on ditches
I’ve been here before
I watch numbers change
on the odometer for amusement
to mark the passage of my life
a familiar song on the radio
but outside whispers of silence
sun and the moon in the sky
as they get ready to dance
my life given to reflections
a day given to moonlight...

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Oh Winnie the Pooh
Why don’t you wear shoes?
Don’t your soft yellow paws hurt?
Do they get covered in dirt?
I myself wear clogs
As they help me to jog.
While wearing my boots and red britches
And I can jump all around and over ditches
Whereas I know you will slowly pad along
Before you stumble over a log
My dear, dear Pooh
Why don’t you wear shoes?
24 January 2013 – Zach Chan...

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softly, whispering
featherfalls on silent stone
winter, gravity

lost in the fog, birds
grieving morning voicelessly
remembering love

dead diamonds, ditches
glittering cold promises
fossil furrow froze

darkness, deepening
the womb and the grave hiding
secrets and shadows

in the ground, waiting
the souls of springs children sing
muffled lullabies

© Gail Foster 2016...

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