Younglings Poems - Poems about Younglings

...Mister Tom Turkey says gobble gobble Mrs. Tom Turkey’s head goes wobble wobble Zig-zaging through yards of grass they meet Hen teaching her younglings 'bout how to eat Tom gathers, his tuft ......Read the rest...

...*Image of Worm On Leaf by Pixabay. an act of autumn rustling leaves tumble nest of starved younglings screeching~ crawling goes exposed 2022 September 07 *1st Place* Autumn i......Read the rest...

...dead end street … mostly elderly when we came always quiet … empty nests side-by-side aching for spring but winter came instead (the winter of life) friends … good people - town folk who rai......Read the rest...

...Y Yggdrasil younglings yobbishly yohimbine yammering yardsticks year-round yuppifying yuppifies yokefellow yarborough yellowtail Ypsilanti yearningly yellowback ......Read the rest...

...There is a stack of books over there One has information that could change your life if you care Then have your collegiate book fair And in the end you will end up with a scare You will fin......Read the rest...

...Someone in the packed compartment spoke in my native tongue.. Voice resonated in my ears.. reminiscence of the past..beckoned.. A gush of wind from the far east... swept me off my feet.. Fragm......Read the rest...

...just the same ring with a round of row zees awash manicured lawns with generic grass seed that doth spring to life with synthesized, (yet deadly) chemicals meant to guar......Read the rest...

...Tiger In A Mall Display resignation oh green eyed one? lounging against bars of clinical steel; sanitized sawdust laps against enormous paws. faux velvet roping red as blood stays the ma......Read the rest...

...I want a day of full repose With only Nature within sight, For only then I truly might Attain the peace which she bestows. A while ago, two swallows came To raise their younglings in a nest B......Read the rest...

...Now it's almost half a millennium gone when it fell The gigantic pen that colored England and the world. The enigma of all times that no man can tell, Nor had any sage of the long past foretold T......Read the rest...

...INTO THE WILD I dreamed ...... An arboreal wandering into the wild Creeping in narrow-leaved green herbage Afraid to be mashed by other wolverines got riled Their safe abode is now in the si......Read the rest...

...And the old man murmured “Try me at war” Days came They passed Hours They’d soundly Blossom Mankind Regulated Then Played Possum And the old man grinned crimsomly “Gentlemen ......Read the rest...

...It is tragic of my generation to see the riches instead of Life's simple purity in the bosom that is within To feel the caress in play that is quite the opposite of sin Money does not appeal to m......Read the rest...