Tom Sawyer Poems - Poems about Tom Sawyer

...I Don’t Know What To Say To Katie Clemens By Steve Body Copyright 2009 I don’t know what to say to Katie Clemens. All the words are jumbled in my head. They all seem small and empty when I t......Read the rest...

... Tom Sawyer did three somersaults, a back flip, stood on his head Becky Thatcher scrolled up and down her device ~ said, 'Go soak your head'......Read the rest...

...everywhere at once, like a cat after a string. A scattergory of movement in instant summation. Summoned by the reading of uncategorized belief. Where what is possible is aspired to will, like "Tom Sawyer" in a Rush song. Looking for that Sprite of Strange Wings under moonlit skies. She will evade me no longer in her Black Mamba mean streaks of hide and seek. She has singled me o......Read the rest...

...Rigorous sphincter ani externus muscle workout Amidst the rubble strewn landscape ruins courtesy healthy helping of prunes linkedin to derrière issuing melodious flatulence classical tunes, yo......Read the rest...

...If I could be a kid again I’d run headlong, unfettered in the wind, or pretend I was Tom Sawyer or Huckleberry Finn. I’d put frogs inside my teachers desk and tie knots in young girls hair, ......Read the rest...

...He fancies himself Mark Twain the chicken slayer said. His hat is ridiculous, I would not wear it even if I was dead. Tom Sawyer or Huck Finn? You mean asked a reader well bred. Not sure said the ......Read the rest...

...Self help addict needles unsuspecting reader Expounded late today April 27th, 2023 since being written countless years ago maybe a baker's dozen as thee doodling cock doth crow scouting abo......Read the rest...

...I want some excitement in my life, Other than just day dreaming all my life. Thinking about the past days, Where trust was the biggest maze. Now all I can think about is my past fallacy, ......Read the rest...

... Iced down in a wooden tub, Chilled more with rock salt, Taking turns, Tom Sawyer style, Hand-cranked until firm. Remove the paddle, Barely scrape, Lick! Homemade ice cream with fre......Read the rest...

...All music, however beautiful, Must needs come to an end, Leaving a thread of music etched Into the inner reaches of the mind, Often recalled without warning At unexpected moments. The acrid s......Read the rest...

...In your bosom concealed, you are a fighter: Who doesn’t a single matter take lighter; The closest chap to you making a big mistake, As you wouldn’t care what it‘d take Inside your bag, some fol......Read the rest...

...Tap, tap, clickety-clack Thoughts vigilantly stamped Trademark of transcription Technology's prologue Twain's famous "Tom Sawyer" Time etched black and white scene Tinted with grandpa's dust 4-27-2021......Read the rest...

...NOTE: This is the final THIRD of a funny 3-part poem. You'll find the 1st and 2nd parts on my homepage, of course. I hope you'll take the time to read the whole thing, it's a pretty wild piece. File ......Read the rest...

...I'm I'm singular. I'm night-driving. With vibrant hum of standard speed. I'm glowing of dashboard. Utterances of am talk alien abductees and remote viewing. Barely diverts my musing. I nig......Read the rest...

...Tribute To Youth And The Days Imagination and Boyhood Dreams, Poem One- Inspired by my own youth, also by Mark Twain's, books, "Tom Sawyer" and his, " Adventures of Huckleberry Finn "... To thee of beaming sun, virgin red clay blessedly gifted, born in month of May star of tender heart, rambunctious fires free spirited ......Read the rest...