Spruce Up Poems - Poems about Spruce Up

...And one fine day into your hands I'll place your special gift You picked it out, she was your choice Possession then will shift She's got six strings, she plays real nice Spruce top, the rest......Read the rest...

...I felt like a dwarf as I skipped through this forest. Though there was a path, the trees were intimidating. Nothing we find in the Midwest. Pine, fir, red cedar, spruce, adler, mountain hemlock. ......Read the rest...

...Write me a poem, in your own words Tell me about a guitar and a bird Tell me about the spruce troubadour Who wants to romance you right off the floor Tell me about how his love is so real Far......Read the rest...

...Bechstein, Blüthner, Steinway or Fazioli, even an archaic Pianoforti, long had he craved to play them all. He was in love with their shape and sheen, their sweeping contours, their circuit bodies......Read the rest...

... "Timeless trust, trapped in Selene's pendant, pulsates purity and faith across cosmic threads, when furry hues tiptoe, ......Read the rest...

...The spruce boughs looks so much larger once we get inside, green needles trickle to the ground, a slow and steady tide, so tall and stately you’d not know it had a bumpy ride; even bare it is quit......Read the rest...

...Said the last goodbye, Leaving us, as old rye, Taking you, Earth withers, And I am left in shivers. Tears flow in eyes, The driest ones; wept, Grays are the skies, The wind, no longer kept. ......Read the rest...

... "Children full of giggles, dance in excitement around the Christmas tree, a camera captures the moment." Quote by poet The emerging day, a crisp fresh white nature exemplifies earl......Read the rest...

...I unbox my faux Christmas tree, a tradition every year, Adorned with baubles, lights, and festive cheer, In the living room, presents beneath its boughs, A holiday aura, a delightful vow. My da......Read the rest...

...Age defiant was this spruce and spirited citizen slinking blithely past the burgundy red doors of her enigmatic country dwelling. As her olive skin neatly curved fingers slid over an intermittentl......Read the rest...

...Outside my window the glimpse of a twinkling muse sprinkling little bits of imagination into my soul. I espy a little Reindeer prancing in the deep, deep woods. Slanting my eyes ......Read the rest...

...On the 1st Day of Christmas I trekked in the Sikkim high mountains along the tortuous but exhilarating track of the heavenly Himalaya. On the 2nd Day of Christmas I reached an idyllic ho......Read the rest...

...The costume she wore was a drag It made her look like a hag She tried to spruce up But looked like a pulp Who soar with the colors of a flag......Read the rest...

...Can blackwater lilies sing forth sonnets of daylight and unsung those cacophonous notes of omen, which rhymed with sombre elixir of spruce rivulets and veiled your crimson tou......Read the rest...

... I'm an ashen dove, fading in zephyr of wine valleys, saturating in fog upon enchanting hills, draped in grape-green silk, where fantasies of forest, sprout cynthia moon of a......Read the rest...