Tales Poems - Poems about Tales

The saddest words that I have heard spoken were by a mushroom whose heart was broken. Yet, there was that onion I chopped and fried. Oh, how I remember the tears I cried....

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I I'd say I'm a fisherman beyond compare. Let me tell you, friend, what I caught there on the bank of a wild mountain stream, when, at once, a sun ray and silver moon beam, like a dream, caught me by surprise, under blue skies, when I was a boy of your size. It was the one and...

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Have I done something wrong..8 long years..regretted being forsaken not feted..more pong than gong it appears Charismatic Selectors mistaken..phlegmatic..enigmatic or erratic Dramatic not pragmatic nor didactic tactic Despite the fans throng that he does belong After an en song bounty..one of the best county careers Applaud PCA top award for 2024..for the way you play..stack of wickets taken and runs...

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what he says you have to try and swallow with a dump truck load of salt sure, his colorful stories seem credible, plausible, some even probable But I know him better than most of you, I am his relative. His embellishments and entertaining exaggerations could appear on Faux News. For what he has to say teeters between alternative facts, tall...

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In the deep silence of the forest, where the wind whispers forgotten tales, lies the mystery of the birds' language, a symphony of ancient songs, in the prophetic bones of those who know, travelers through times and dreams, carrying the memory of old days when man and bird were one. In those golden times, when sky and earth sang...

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Bloody war raged on. Superpower leader said: "Sometimes kids fighting like crazy in the yard, can't be parted." "Best leave them fight on for a while." Anyone care for TACO and cheese?...

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Come and climb these Broad bony branches and Have tea on this tree with me, Let's talk our hearts out Into the poems unsung. Sleep silently singing in my sizzly eyes, Sleep might snap with some pumpkin chai, The sun is seeping in my sulky bones, Soon the milky moon will mysteriously be alone, Here, have some squishy scone While the sun...

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Zealots zealous zealots zigzag running rampant, repeating dubious data drawn from fallacious forums which write woeful tales that try to teach lurid laughable lies ...

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Orchestrated they succumb onto her board scene ~ As success thrills the ordained Queen of mean—poet Once upon a time, there was a Queen with a magic flute in her throat Beknownst to all the villagers as the P i e d P i p e r e s s Without losing...

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the avenue's trees  What is with this month of May the day is as cold as November  the leaves on the trees are full and green, yet among the mass of chlorophyll, I see many yellow and Auburn leaves. It is as if the trees think of autumn  has arrived and is prepared for winter hiatus. If I tell the plants it is because of melting...

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HIS AND HISTORY'S TALES There is his story, and there's also history; bloody lies, skewed truths:...

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I draw the heart alone on a wall, I draw the heart on the night. Wanted to draw my heart on a heart, but it always kept itself out of sight, never appeared like the endless common tales under the sun, rain or the moonlight. (23.04.2025)  ...

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Under the sky laden with mystery, where the wind sings its endless tales, Life begins to sketch your outlines, even when you are not prepared, Just as a tree does not know how to bend until the wind shows it, The art of not breaking under the burden of storms that embrace it forcefully. Like a river that seeks...

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His canvas boots still tell of the mountain, yet Old Man River has changed, grown or dwindled - hard to say. Maybe the ragged winged carrion birds have spirited him away? The newly painted river towns have dragged themselves from the water's edge. Scummy ripples and fresh waves mingle in the wake of the setting sun. An ever-young river queen drowns her sorrows on the...

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Written: April 14, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Suzette Richards *********************************** In shimmering twilight, a memento on the moon lies quiet, a story etched in silver dust, evokes the wanderer of the past. Moon serenity is countless, and heart beats bear sureness. Astral footsteps foster starlight, tracks of kismet smite. Human creation will grow, even as infernal...

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