Stump Poems - Poems about Stump

• Little man run • Little man jump • Little man hidden inside of a stump • Little man skip • Little man fly • Little man asks a polar bear why...

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In a forest lived a man. A man who lived in a tree. This tree, they say, was the largest tree in the sound forest. The tree had many parts within it: A vast canopy for hanging and swinging, a Y notch for asking the dearest of questions and a stump for sitting. On that...

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Most of the fey were sleeping the day the tree stump came alive She had the most glorious hair, and the prettiest smile. She gathered woodland flowers and decorated herself. A handful were silenced by her gorgeous transformation Will she remain human or resume her life as a stump? It was a quandary best answered in the future. She was a...

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It crumbled altogether, yet its black root dug itself yet deeper. Perhaps I had been grinding nocturnal jaws together - excavating bone. A tender spike remains above the gum, it pulls at the mind wanting to be touched by a cringing tip of tongue. The dentist is digging his way through. a knee on my chest tugging and sweating. My face feels like it has caved inward, I suckle...

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Into each other they bump And their grievances dump The Marked and The With-A-Stump Sticking together: a clump? Really, something of magic Able to challenge logic, Their wine-filled mouth, mumps While the marked money pumps… A resurrection of kicks of their rumps And mimicry of cows with humps! One heaven of a reconciliation, No third-party mediation....

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The old tree Too wither for the sun Too thick for the rain Too big for the wind Too old for the oldies to tell stories Too bristle for the youngsters to climb upon Too shady and blocking for the view of the road Too many leaves for the sweepers Too dangerous for the lightning Too big for the children to embrace Have to give...

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Pumping water out of the Florida grounds. Is more complex than you think it sounds. For over forty years a team has tackled it. Growing and scaling a service that’s legit. Old fashioned morals that are rare to see. They’re emphasizing satisfaction and quality. High integrity and standards to avoid a fight. By only billing customers for a job done right. There’s no...

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IN OUR AFFORDS TO BE THE GREAT AMERICAN SOCEITY THE LIGHTHOUSE TO THE WORLD WE SPEAK LOOKING THROUGH ROSE COLORED GLASSES WE UNDERMINE THE ACHEIVM,ENTS OF TIMES WERE WE TRIPPED AND FELL AND STOOD-UP TO BE PUSHED DOWN DIRTY AND SOILED WE STAND AND LOOK TO THOSE WHO PUSH US DOWN IN RECOGNITION OF THAT DAY WE SPEAK OF A NEW TOMMORROW THE BEGANNING THAT DETAILES...

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Here I sit on the stump, of a dead messmate gum, where house-keeping is poor, for the cleansed human mind; the dead is not buried, so the living survive. I see the fine balance, in a world that’s unkind. There is always the devil, that lurks out of sight, to balance the scales, and to keep the world strong. There is...

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The stump in my garden By light of the moon, Is upright and sturdy Played like a bassoon A possum's performing  "Song of the Pooka" It is such a beautiful tune. And that stump is a chimney, It doubles as a hookah, Delighting a baked raccoon. Smoke rings in smoke rings Encircle my thumb While OOOMP go the bass notes,  Gah-wooo, Gah-wum. "The Stump" is selected from Pets Given...

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Sure To Stump Trump is grump who doesn't like living in a dump And became confused when he fell in a clump Of cucumbers and his head has a big bump; Rides on cute camel that has a horrible hump; Said many things which us is sure to stump; Found him watching movie about Forest Gump, And not only that can be...

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The stump on which I sit Drawn to reverie each new day, Today was wet with mist; A trait of the mystery Of dew on my stump. All the tall grass Around the foot so lovely Like stockade in their dance. With leaves fresh with dew, My soul fortress of refuge. This stump on which I sit Today on it I can't sit Unless I accept to...

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camping out on the softness of your stump i make a campfire in the quiet darkness i hear the whisper of the wind in the catch of your breath the ice cream i begin to lick melts into the very dwelling place of your heart the flavor that emits from this extraordinary of places transcends normalcy like certain...

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The human spirit needs places where nature has not been rearranged by the hand of man Author Unknown A metal rail now mocks the space where a massive trunk once rose two hundred feet, and a long stairway, and a sign,and a doorway make up ‘The Stump Hotel.’ As a roadside attraction this once magnificent tree is more suggestive...

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IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME WE WERE LIKE PARTNERS IN CRIME IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE SHE DIED SHE'S OUT OF MY SIGHT BUT THE MEMORIES OF HER STILL PLAYS ON MY MIND HEAR THE SOUND OF CHIMES FLIES A MAGPIE IN THE DEEP BLUE SKIES I DON'T HEAR SILENCE I SPEAK OF THE EXPERIENCE...

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