Short Fluff Up Poems
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A bald eagle sports white hair and a craggy face
He’s admired and feared for his power and grace
Though when I see him next to a brown-hair
~ ‘baldy’ has even more fluff up there
Three chickadees on a branch
huddle together in the winter cold
they fluff up their feathers
one has his head tucked sleeping
two look about as the wind blows
beyond, the sky is frigid blue
I just brushed my teeth
And jammies are on
Fluff up my pillow
Please tuck me in tight
Where is my lovie?
Time for prayers
Hugs and kisses
One more story
I need a drink
Lullaby
Stroke my hair
Now goodnight
Not tired
Won't sleep
Yawn
snow and the blanketing midnight surrounds,
muffles the madness,
and snuffs out the sounds,
rising in billows
from wandering souls,
fluff up your pillows
and stare through the holes,
letting in moonlight,
like eyes of an owl,
asking Who
loves you,
beyond deaths'
dark cowl.
Oh parrot dear wither have you gone
Leaving this tender nest of love
My heart cries all alone
An empty niche since you’ve flown off
You were nature’s best
Your voice a melodious tune
The shimmering grey on your breast
Which would fluff up when you’d croon
May the heavens above open for you
My heart does pray so
Sweet memories of you
In my life will forever grow.
I ask for water that's all I do,
Perhaps a bit more sun,
Give me love and shelter too,
And I'll fluff up like a bun.
Selfless I give and give more,
And ask for nothing in turn,
Be glad and well while I'm bored(d),
Because anytime I can make you burn.
I have nothing to live or die for,
No reason to carry on,
I'm no one's and I'll never be your(s),
But will be missed when gone.
Will the thrown newspaper
land on the lower or upper step?
The odds are forever even.
The percolator has mixed together.
a thousand mornings
yet it arrives in normal time,
as one brew.
Outside, twiggy beds creak in the treetops.
leafy blankets unroll.
The dawn gathers enough weight,
to fluff up pillows of sunlight.
We find ourselves on the verge,
of all previous awakenings,
swinging one tentative leg,
to touch a floor
that rises up to meet us.
Inside,
the walls of a rotting
log cabin,
situated in the piney woods,
you lie situated on me, adorning my
neck with soft summer kissings.
While
I pull dandelion
fluff up and out of your
hair.
Cypselae,
that’s what the seeds
are called,
miniature fruits that grant
wishes.
As far as wishes go,
this is my greatest.
As far as fruit goes,
everyone knows what happened
to Eden.
Eve, I diminished our
love into atoms.
And the cabin lays rotting
there still.