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Wooly Poems - Poems about Wooly


Premium Member Willy a Wooly Mammoth
Willy, a wild mammoth lives in my yard Shedding head all over in clumps Neighbors come by and collect it in bales Making comforters, pillows and plush cushions They bring casseroles, carrots, croissants and canapes Willy has the best life, and he knows it Milking it for all it is worth...

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Categories: wooly, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Light Verse
The Wooly Sheep
Beside the green and flush meadows, Lies a pen of sheeps, grazing around the green grass, where the kind shepherd lives. Wandering in the nearby hills, I found a wooly sheep, Hasn't been sheared for years I think, it's wool was dense and thick. Took it to the caring sheperd, To get rid of its...

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Categories: wooly, 5th grade,
Form: Rhyme



Wooly Surfer
riding the shoulder, standing right with the movement is my boy lil Wooly Dog surfing waves on the rocking chair coming in from the back he holds his paws in place as if pawing into the whitewash getting ready to settle in then barreling into the blanket where it is cool and calm with a nice breeze blowing over he closes his eyes for a...

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Categories: wooly, best friend, dog,
Form: Free verse
Wooly Bear Walk
~~~ Black and brown and furry ...

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Categories: wooly, creation, eulogy, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Wooly
Why do you try to pull the wool over my eyes? Others can see your own hypocrisy Often telling blatant lies Life is for living, You need to get a life! Contest:WOOL Sponsor:C T 12~30~15...

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Categories: wooly, anger, for her, how
Form: Acrostic



Slumber of the Wooly Mammoth
For eons the Wooly Mammoth slumbers, deep in his impatient sleep Restless beneath his brilliant blanket of Artic Ice. Neath the timeless tundra you can hear him weep. Memory is a thunderstorm raging in the caverns of his mind Frozen in the inexorable blue glacier of his torment, Grinding down all time lost and misspent. Aghast, he dreams of a past...

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Categories: wooly, depression
Form: I do not know?
Wooly Monsters
My dreams are wooly mammoths monstrous beings with tusks as long as a man's arms, eyes as big as saucers and hairy as all get out. My dreams are prehistoric, some small genetic chain in a stem cell linking me to where we were once when the wooly beast stuck his head into our shelter, frightening the children, fretting the women. The Shaman drew his likeness on the wall of...

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Categories: wooly, allegory, passion,
Form: Free verse

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