Tip Over Poems - Poems about Tip Over

...Tip is scary Feeling forcibly crazy Nurse flu injection.......Read the rest...

...First, you see the tip Next, the nozzle of the lead Then, tube of an ink. ......Read the rest...

...nodes that awake celebrate centre stage others join the chorus today it’s the tip of the nose dancing in the moonlight cheered by an audience of one......Read the rest...

...Listen to them chatting away in the room, voices spitting colors on the wall and painting a true story about them all. Everyone has a palette arranged with different colors in a unique manner and......Read the rest...

... My voice was mute like featherless songbirds, without vocal chords to sing doting tunes. Sleeping spirit yearned for amorous words, composing twin flames to ignite from fumes. Glance ......Read the rest...

...Fukuda Chiyo-ni Haiku Fukuda Chiyo-ni was a Japanese poet and painter of the Edo period, also known as Kaga no Chiyo. Having seen the moon I can bid this planet farewell. —Chiyo-ni, loose tr......Read the rest...

...tip of our nose is the sacred point wherefrom breath doth anoint divine elixir that vivifies that God we realise senses feel bliss burn that in gratitude we learn love innate is certain to zo......Read the rest...

...Born to a land unspoiled and free The mighty sequoia was on the ascendancy Ancient elders stood erect and proud Free from threats to pierce a cloud Out of nowhere came a destructive presence L......Read the rest...

...A little over a year ago, I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk in front of our house. The fall resulted in a badly torn rotator cuff that ended in surgery. After surgery, I was given some pretty......Read the rest...

...You would put your paws in your water dish. Tip it over and splash around. Paper towel was fruitless. You’d unravel it and tear it up. I was annoyed in those days. I was young and annoyed. I ha......Read the rest...

...Is this progress we make as we play game that’s fake? Green space that once spread far we turn to urban scar. Bulldozers scrape away live soil down to dead clay. Hedges end up in skip then of......Read the rest...

...The ceiling sparkled; I saw the big dipper, then the little one. The painters needed a bigger tip for their creative execution. Without a warning to prepare, a requiem played. The symphony corn......Read the rest...

...People being simple, sadly always stumble. As we they ecounter stairs they wanna believe or not, quick they get into greif and deciding for a dot. ,,God sounds surreal", they say. Lamps that Cover......Read the rest...

...The Flower Seller Amelia wares un- cuticled painted nails, She hop scotches a pirate on one leg, Tip-toeing long sun cast morning shadows, beneath billowing hand stitched, salty sails; ......Read the rest...

... Posh giraffes like to take a lengthy sip Outstanding manners we will not let slip We like afternoon tea From a cup - hear our plea Give us a trough if you want a good tip ......Read the rest...