Tuffs Poems - Poems about Tuffs

...grandpa, a hard rock fisherman and freckled fly rod journeyman eyed fish in the morning mist kissing with giggles and a lemon twist said he saw a bobbing head round and fat with tuffs of red......

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...The lake glistened, calm with reflection its silence so overwhelming and disturbing you could hear your own heart miss a beat. The silence deafening. The lake quell, cast a spell drawing out t......

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...A POLLEN PUFF WAND Puff, puff, a pollen puff That blows from a single rose; The Field Fairy blonde, waves her gold wand Constructed from giggles and bowes. Butterflies know when springti......

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...Once at dawn upon a wandered mind when day had dwelled within a dream, I stood afore a forest's edge and gazed upon its refulgent grassy gleams. Home alone on a house's deck perched before the a......

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...Just because my eyes are uneven And my teeth are tinged with green Doesn't mean I'm unattractive Means my looks are not mainstream I sometimes babble incoherently But my words still have imp......

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...In the forest where the sun beats upon trees that have stood over time Battered for years withstanding the elements each season bringing a new look to the ever changing landscape Becoming home......

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...A little grey hair, a little pot belly A little more gas, a little more smelly Joints that will creak every time that they bend A bladder that leaks in the night now and then A memory lapse, they......

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.... Pampas Grass' tassles Shooting upward fresh new Beauty filled short......

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...A bonneville mustang with A dark purple hood It’s distinct. The lighter Purple shade of paint that Covers the remainder of the Car gleams in the sun. Inside the Cabby are leather seats; real. ......

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...As I sit there looking out to sea, Reflects a picture of a different time. Its white washed walls set against the granite rock, As the sea pounds it, with waves of brine. A bridle path runs along the......

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...The bright flame flickers raging red While bitter cold is frosting glass. In stirring silence of the dead The falcons sleep in straw bound casts. Morning dew freeze into glass orbs, And tuffs ......

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