Tufted Poems - Poems about Tufted

...An early spring morning is greeted with a robin’s song A delightful chorus inviting other songbirds to sing along In his chorus of “cheery, cherry, tut, tut” sounds From a robin happily singing an......

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...Overrun by stuffed subdued teddy bears... of diverse and sundry sizes engaged in woebegone wild rumpus as a last hoorah for diversity, equity and inclusion, whose somber bowed heads (hide t......

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... Let off a lead, freedom bounds as if all joy is held within a bouncing ball to be retrieved and brought back to lay at a lover's feet. Then sent off to do again. Smells wafting from t......

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...Lost libido as rez erected cockamamie Shtrungool haint no prickly fallacy The following pastiche poetically pricked prick, whereby fantasy courtesy Eros (????) cow licked country bumpin vide......

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...Fresh snowflakes are gently falling from the sky Blanketing the ground white, no longer brown and dry The snow topped bird feeders are now swaying in the wind And appear to be almost empty with th......

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...The high moors slant giddily over gritstone edges where torrents overflow gallons of sky. Grouse are blown sideways by a bone-twisting gale. The land is harried by fishtailing winds, a sparse ......

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...“Oh please don’t worry. I haven’t a heightened sixth sense… about the mint infused lilt here.” There must be a compass without a point surrounding me “Looking for directions. The town you’re seek......

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...Cheeva; cheeva; cheeva.fer-da; fer-da; fer-da here; here; here peter-peter-peter. - Tufted Titmouse’s call Sing a song Way is long Miles to go Smile along. Bare the soul No, no ......

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... A low wind prowls like a tiger in the long reeds. Water rats race across a brook creating arrowheads through the stream. From a tufted hillock I watch small fish darting, chasing edibles ......

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... The creek was the color of weak tea, a bronze brew that filtered light to bathe the bottom in the soft glow of an autumn morning. Even after a long summer, the water was still high up the......

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...With her tiny tummy rumbling, she stood quaking in the wood that surrounded her dear father's dairy farm. The white, porcelain bowl and the silver spoon lay on the ground, along with her scrumptious ......

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...O great door, Your suede mist has called me here, It beckoned whilst rolling over upon itself towards me, The burnt ash of your bones shows your wear And your wounded song fills me with wonder. ......

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...This woodland stream could be a small English river, it dibbles and dabbles, it meanders, and has the air of an old water way, one that never saw the need to rush or gush. The small ripples pac......

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...Surrounded by amazing bright world settings, it didn’t take that long for me to realize aplenty, in every single broad nuanced sense, with no grey cap on rich imagining, I couldn’t help at all ......

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...I hear them through the window when I try to sleep, but rarely can; owls calling, echoing through the night. only two species will appear, at least those are the ones I hear, the Barred and Grea......

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