Spotted Poems - Poems about Spotted

I spotted her in the enchanted forest, where the trees whisper tales, She stood there smiling, like an ephemeral and mysterious star, Exuding an ethereal elegance, in a white veil that swayed gently, Tassels like little bells adorned her chic and graceful dress. Her beauty was an old sweet song that penetrated the soul, Her aura was a living canvas,...

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I'm a cloud watcher Always watching clouds The sky is deep blue With patches of white All different shapes There are animals Dogs kissing a cat Cat sitting beside A very large dog The dog lay sleeping Sometimes I see hills i see winding roads There are huge castles islands small and big Couples embraced Share a passionate kiss There are several of them I see hearts shapes I...

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Black king seeks a pawn, the hour ... ink affects, pleasures acquaint of camouflage tactics, pleasures game on, decent for chess, black tux, meet in a square, grassy looks seemed protects. Hopes for one more nights ... hopes this be the night. Former spokesrat; the lamb, sized a rat. Latter spokesowl; Spotted, laid placemat. Mirage sways the assured and fates the trite. Sole...

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Mother's watchful eyes As her spotted twin's frolic On their nimble legs...

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The spotless swaps are filled with bright hemlocks Slaloms brighten the looming metal fence Footsteps ring in the darkness of airlocks The spotless swaps are filled with bright hemlocks Under a load of plants, gates groan and shock A moment when nothing pleased your senses The spotless swaps are filled with bright hemlocks Slaloms brighten the looming metal fence. Written: March 22,...

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Spotted frog knew there was a winter advisory today But she thought she heard the mail and could not stay away. Her neighbors were not out, so she went out in her P.J. Wished now that she had stopped for slippers along the way. Her feet were getting frozen in the freezing January snow. Although the mailbox was near and...

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Spotted deer with a bit of flash We see him, his antlers all tall and brash. I try to make an assumption, but do not want to be rash. I have a feeling a rich relative has left him a bit of cash. The spotted deer takes off with a flipped tail and dash. I crunch up my Wheaties with...

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My husband noticed, near my bench, A spotted lanternfly. I didn’t have to kill it; Something else caused it to die. I’m looking at it, upside down And really, it’s a pity That something so destructive Can look cool and downright pretty. This species, most invasive, Has the city on alert. We’ve been told, on sight, to stomp them, Though the thought might disconcert. Like roaches and...

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I 'm a cloud watcher Always watching clouds The sky is so blue With patches of white All different shapes There were animals Dogs kissing cats Cats sitting beside A very large dog The dog was sleeping Sometimes I see hills I see winding roads There are huge castles Islands small and big Couples embrace Sharing passion kisses There are several of I see the head shapes Also mountains, lakes With...

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a unique soul speaks to me and i respond i am one with here ears do not exist when our mouths speak we take a walk until forever stops listening is glistening we are each other's Spotlight Blessing we feel lighter as a direct result soon it will be time to go we decide to become defiant and say no continuance is like body surfing...

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I spied a little spotted fawn Cavorting, dancing on my lawn With legs that seemed of rubber made Or springs or airy wings instead. He bounced, he played out in the sun, He lept, he raced, was having fun. He darted, wild, without a qualm, Then heard a noise and dashed to mom. O little one, I’m blessed, you know, To gaze at you,...

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Randy Fish I saw you fishing Down by the river What were you wishing? Enough to shiver Were you secretly kissing? Any old randy giver?...

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i don’t care what they think of you ~ says my conscience indifferently but what if they hate and despise me ~ i answer back paranoidly my muse then interrupts ~ what’s going on is this a soliloquy no just some monoku ~ with an alternative personality Bite Size Poem #30 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Line...

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My spotted hands remind me of a zebra’s fingers Makes sense to no one except myself. Instead of a piano, we play a keyboard. Clicking and clacking. One letter at a time comes clicking out. N click, I click, G click, H click, T click. Do I consciously think of the letters or do I think words? My fingers take a word...

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old barn aglow beneath lambent moon owl's silhouette...

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