Short Fence Poems
Short Fence Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Fence by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Fence by length and keyword.
Cattle eat and Fence
in the field
People will never cows
People do not fence
The voice of the neglected
in the field
Night is this bird
Perched high on a
White picket fence
Just listen to her
Sweet serenade,
Bring tears
To this starry night
After the down pour
Of a heavy rainfall
The wet fence dries off
Now the wet spot shows
A wet spot shape heart
Done by Mother nature
I sat on my Republican fence.
Looking at politicians from thence.
And what did I see
Looking back at me?
Disenfranchised freedoms with no sense.
A 38th parallel separates our pillows
I try to touch her and she bellows
We are like strangers in our own bed
Help me break the Berlin wall in my bed
Haiku, pup
pup tries squeezing
through the broken fence—
universal flight to freedom calls
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(c)sally Young eslinger 1/2021
Out walking one morning I found a fence blocking my path
I wondered if it was to keep me out, or to keep something in..
With a hole in my pants, I continued my adventure
How in the world is this fence still standing
Taking punches from winds so demanding
With a defiant grin
It refused to give in
Till my dog sent it down in a crash landing
brimmed eyes
squinting against the noon brightness.
gloved hands
wiping the salty drops away.
denim moving
with the lankiness beneath.
strong lines
rising as the maul swings
An old rail fence lingers by the meadow
Humbled by the toll of seasons spent
Posts erect, still standing at attention
Arms outstretched, embracing that which was
Many years ago
on the
fence
always
lived
one foot in
one foot
outside of
the box
inter-changeable
behaviors
unstable motivational
changes
indecisive indecision
unclear clarity
clear as mud
Billions of tax dollars, for a useless curtain
"Gringo, we just dig a tunnel to move our drugs under your fence"
Been doing it for years, worthless a screen door on a submarine
Form:
my white picket fence
expecting the beautiful…
now behind hells bars
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Aged, wetherbeaten.
Repainted.
Aged, wetherbeaten.
Six fence panels
Next to a spotted grey post.
Right, right, wrong, right, wrong, wrong.
Split asunder,
Now siblings, they stand.
Nailed shoulder to shoulder
Cactus needs no fence, No need reins to donkey, Rich needs no degree.
FENCE
tall and green
keeping something in
or keeping something out?
tall dividing
crow flies over
dumps
old and leaning
oh
those heavy birds!
tall and strong
just a line
from 30,000 feet
see the house
see the wall
fear built
fence’s formidable periphery
enclosed more than I could ever see
I walked it at eight, was still gone by three
the length of this fence has amazed Tim and me
Tim is a bull I discovered along the way
I wanted to ride him back, but he said “no way!”
• What's a pretty pink ribbon doing on this rickety, old fence?
• And what looks to be a purse on the dirty forest floor?
• This doesn't make much sense
• For what reason are they here?
• The more I think about it, the more I feel tense
Unyielding, in an otherwise
Unfeeling wintry day.
Meek smilers, head-scarfed. Blizzard- blitzed.
Shine sweet greetings my way.
More of that iced swiping blows up;
Briefly skews the vision:
Two little chubby bullfinches
Perched their low branch upon.
Being a middle child
Made my temperament mild
And not so demonstrating
But some would think off-putting
But it is not a popular place
When the world appears in a race
And sitting on the fence
Is one made for defence and not offence.
© Paul Warren Poetry
the links in your fence
not of natures choosing
mans anger
the links in my fence
surreal abstract broken
nature free to roam
no fence
springtime unhindered
no shadows
springtime faltering
fickle climate a warning
don’t sit on the fence
THE MAN:
He sits quietly,
Warm in his beautiful coat.
What is he thinking.
THE MONKEY:
Sitting here alone,
Contemplating lifes meaning.
Freaking cold out here.
For Natural And Beyond Contest by John Freeman -- Aug. 21,2011
The Fence
The night dark iron gate slams shut
Symbolic for centuries of forbidden crossings
The piled stone lay line across the field
Each rock a hand picked custom fit
Old rusty curtains running zigzag through the forest
Crushed by the tall and silent fallen creators of shade
Form:
The calendar says spring has arrived
through the window the sun shines
Outside the weather does not agree
But I still ride the fence and look through
the narrow slit between my hat and scarf
looking for signs that the world might be changing
I don't think spring in Montana can read
A bright red robin struts on my fence
little lord of this, his street
He whistles out a merry tune
hopeful that he’ll meet
A lovebird who will make their nest
as from his heart he tweets
Together we will recreate
~ and raise a family sweet