Tall Tales Poems - Poems about Tall Tales

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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The Meat Locker The largest ice freezer of free-range Texan long-horns where mice wore fur to survive broke down, the carcasses began rotting thrown into the bay. The day after, sharks came to the surface throwing up, turning the water foamy For anglers, it was a bonus they caught big marlins and red snappers ...

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Attempting imagery after googling it once This was supposed to be the blurb But it's becoming the poem My measure of success Is getting it right, with minimal effort Because when I try And no one notices I get a bit... I don't know, maybe Splaying and unsplaying my fingers Like I've been working on my trigger work I get a bit coiled...

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Oh, I shall tell tall tales today, Full, great, big bushy lies. A hairy tale, a scary tale, All covered in disguise. Just lying there, soon to ensnare, A snake to give one fright, But when my grandchild grabs at it, It moves, to her delight! Something’s amiss, this shaggy tale, You’re starting to surmise. If I misspelled a tale today, Would you be none-the-wise?...

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Tall Tales By: Miracle Man 11/2/2021 Sometimes in life strange consequences befall, and in our data bases they remain for recall. Things filed as truth we can never change, but many, take liberty, and facts rearrange. Some who wouldn’t dare, tell an out and out lie, will embellish the facts just enough to get by. Sometimes from life, a story warrants retelling, but each time...

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*this was inspired by 'tall tales' that were collected and written by Zora Neale Hurston...this is meant to be humorous* I knew a woman who loved a man so much she couldn't hardly take his touch she would faint, wake up, and such...

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Tall Tales time will tell so said what will it tell old woman probably a lie...

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Surely, Sherlock was rooted in the home. But his ruby slippers Had worn-out souls So the jaded detective Followed Fitzgerald and the lost generation. But somewhere in between chapters And the thicket of printed syllables, He took a wrong turn And found himself in neverland. The lost generation Morphed into barbaric Lost boys And though the Englishman Aged like the mulberry wine Drowning his consciousness, Literature never grew...

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When I woke, Mom, I saw a parade right before me! I wish it had stayed. There were drummers and clowns, lots of colors and sounds, but in minutes, it started to fade! Oh my! I just saw a big bear. He was out in the woods, I swear. He was so big and black. Mom, I’m not going back not EVEN on a...

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My dad can jump buildings in one go well he caught the elevator to the top My dad can generate electric Well he put 50p in the meter slot My dad can fly up in the sky Well the day he caught his holiday flight My dad's fights wild animals bare handed Well he put next doors...

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Campfire And Tall Tails Friends and sons come walking into the campsite all dress in camo from their long day’s hunt. Around the crackling campfire, they all gather and sat to warm their much-needed cold wet bodies. Keeping warm with a bottle of Jack Daniels or Black Velvet, and a can...

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”…you don’t do that do you?...” why yes indeed i do sir, tell the tallest of tales, I assure, it’s a measure of the truth. the smallest treasure, know? just to see how you ‘roll’… anyone can use just words and anyone can use just cause but not the many do to be, and do, Just because. ”... who you judging?...”...

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With muse in hand I must come up with great stories That it keeps it's seeker longing for more of it's caption free verse sonnet haiku or just stopping on by I'm sure that there's something you may find very interesting Tribute To Writers Here At P.S. Also Entry For Brian Strand's Poulter's Measure GL All...

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FROM THE BIRTH OR SHALL I SAY THE MOTHER EARTH WE HAVE BEEN HOG TIED SUBMITTED TO GENOCIDE PROMISES MADE TRUST BEING BROKEN EXCUSE ME FOR A SECOND GOTTA GET THE NOOSE OF MY NECK I SAY IM CHOKIN CASTRATED BUT WE MADE IT OUR WOMEN RAPE AND ABUSED MY FAMILY IS BEING TORN LIVIN IN FEAR WITH DEATH BEHIND DOORS BUT ALWAYS NEAR THESE ARE TALL TALES TELL A MAN CRIES...

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