Straw Poems - Poems about Straw

KERATIN is extracted from cows hooves to make to make foam for fire extinguishers. ............................................ They butchered the shank to make disks to serve with beef cheeks. the wine sauce would be cooked separate and and made of wine chicken feet thyme bay leaves cayenne carrots garlic onions sun dried tomato's 3 anchovies we would need 15 pounds of cheeks 20 pounds of shanks 6 pounds of chicken feet ( to make chicken stock) the oniony, tender...

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Soft flimsy red moths settled like starving locusts over brittle straw...

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Feathers or Straw Miracle Man 8/6/2024 Peace of mind catnaps, on the bed of soft feathers; not anxiety. ...

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I am scared, especially when that Thought crosses my mind. It’s like strolling past an expensive boutique, Where beautiful pieces catch my eye, Yet remain just out of reach. Still, I pause to admire them, Rather than altering my path. For I know they are worth the longing. It might be hard to wait for A dream that may never come true, But giving up...

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Having a neighbourhood is not the best to be honest. I read the book of brotherhood of the rose on the bench. My eyes were itching, Falling close, often times. I haven't slept days. My bag was feeling comfy imagening by it being a pillow. ,,sleeping here won't be bad." I had a short skirt on, a long with shirt and black...

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Fukuda Chiyo-ni Haiku Fukuda Chiyo-ni (1703-1775) was a Japanese poet and painter of the Edo period, also known as Kaga no Chiyo. Because morning glories held my well-bucket hostage I went begging for water! —Chiyo-ni, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Chiyo-ni wrote the next poem in calligraphy on a portrait of Matsuo Basho. To listen, fine ... fine also not to echo, nightingale. —Chiyo-ni,...

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Amidst summer’s day Post middle school finale In the concrete valley A vanguard viking lay We gathered as a ragtag crew Peeled his corpse off the floor Carrying him, despite the gore. To the stream, as we knew what to do Fashioning a mausoleum of straw Hoping he felt no disdain, His grave enveloped in flame And gently floated away. It was there I thought to myself, “What...

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Scarecrows Birds foes Farmland They stand Dress codes Old clothes Plus hat With that Deploy Decoy Away Birds stay No fear This year Good yield From field Without A doubt The best Harvest Backed by Straw guy Straw gal As well. (The girl scarecrows do well too lol) 24.08.23...

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Between the reaching shades of tall trees copper-leafed hillocks’ catch fire, ghost flames burnish the slow stealth of evening. A translucent straw-light seen only through the thumb hole of a painter’s pallet, or in that late sunlit wash, that blooms so openly that eyes miss it. Redolent are the long shadows dipped as they are in rich earthy scents. The flaxen hay is layered...

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Gimme your best shot Why the hell not And let the both of us Play an unfriendly game Of pick up Camel Straw's and stick's And the winner Is or will be decided By whomever Break's as many backs As either you or I Or at very least Failing that Gets the most backs up And being it's a Camel It sure as hell Has to be at very...

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Nebraska straw was irritated to be woven into a hat I am as plain as a calf, lion, hoot owl, corncob and bat. you are a beginning, her grandma told her; do not give up. especially if you are adopted by the lovely miss buttercup. Buttercup was a fashion diva who lived on both of their farms. she enjoyed decorating...

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Cynthia Kwiecinski and Suzanne Colby You've broken every rule of civility With the execrable decision you made recently You withdrew a job offer from a school superintendent for addressing you as 'Ladies' in an acceptance email You claim the term constitutes a micro-aggression' But it's you abominations...

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Ammonia-ed clumps of damp, dunged straw forked onto her cold barrow, then rolled outside. Across the field where her ninety pounds thrust up the dray atop a mulching mound! Nineteen times before the sour dregs are swallowed by the day. Bowed tendons stripe her calloused palms with pain. She racks each open with a metal comb to rake her...

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Home from School A little stream by the village bridge. Clear cold water over jagged stones searched for pieces of china in the mud as we meandered slowly home. Once-treasured patterns and bits of bones and a black eel,rolling wave,burrowing far. We sucked sweet nectar from fuchsia flowers on our way home from school ...

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The final straw thinly concealed stripe heavy line easy simple strike it doesnt make me queasy so simply fascinating as it spreads further apart the flood procrastinating before it can start shield cleanly cut breaking tiny swords not cold not hot the flood is a horde split the canvas dry and crumbling frames the tower as and leaves them shambling...

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