Short Minnow Poems
Short Minnow Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Minnow by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Minnow by length and keyword.
the One that didn't
minnow, animals, nature, nostalgia, sports
Weighted minnow splashed….
Spawning crappie’s color flashed
Hook through the gill gashed
By Robb A. Kopp
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minnow, dance, fish, river,
Hard by brackish river's edge
danced the tasty minnow
angling past hook, line and sinker
~ agility's marionette, little stinker
Ella Minnow Piece
minnow, funny, life, people, philosophy,
Learn how to talk to different people, such as:
Mechanics who claim to fix your car and your problems,
Nymphomaniacs who can be kept eeeeeeasily aroused in what you say, and
Ostentorians who will help you be a good listener while standing decibels away.
Politeness and tact with all are the keys.
minnow, adventure, community, kids, fun, places, travel,
Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
Where's Blueberry Hill?
Is it north; is it west?
All the people are talking
and they say it's the best.
Little fingers are picking.
All the children bent down
filling baskets with berries
on the far side of town.
So; where are these berries
I see marked on the map.
In this place called a district
of the Minnow Lake gap....
Untouched by Man
Deep in the wilderness lies a hidden lake
Fed by a stream from high on the mountain
Water cold, deep and crystal clear…
Untouched by man
Here lives the deer, the fox, the bear
Glass reflecting the proud eagle’s flight
The minnow, the trout, the beaver….
Untouched by man
Vanishing habitat but they remain unaware
Living wild and free for these precious days
Untouched by man…
minnow, america, art, children, fun,
if gee age eye jake
hay elm minnow pea
cue arrest tea hue fee
dub all you hex
Have you seen the soft grasses blow in the wind
Have you felt the kindness of the breeze?
Have you ever reached to touch a blossom
To be paused by its complex beauty
Have you stood to watch a minnow dart away
beckoning to be followed
Felt the coolness of moisture in the early dawn
The forest’s quiet returning echoes
A warbler singing his courting song
And have you wondered if he knows?
That You came just for him