Poem

Poems – subcategory of the Main Poetry category on Angie’s Diary | Online Magazine.

Bust In The Garden

Bust In The Garden

I’m stuck here in the garden, I watch the flowers come and go. I wish they’d turn me just a bit, so I could see another show.

No Time

No Time

I have no more time, to stumble or bumble, fumble, fidget or fall.I will go over, around, through or under, every time that I meet a wall.

Unnoticed

Unnoticed

The tree that blooms unnoticed, bears sweet blossom still. And has its time of beauty, even on a silent hill

My Own Two Feet

My Own Two Feet

I walk on given precious gems far better than a crown of gold two stands with jointed wiggling stems to bring me places yet untold

Privilege

Privilege

I’m hungry for some oysters.
I shall brook with no delay.
I told the oysters that I’m hungry,
and they must serve me right away.

Piddlin

Piddlin

I wandered around in the Windiwiddle, with a duck and a mouse and a moose with a fiddle. We paused a while to piddle in a puddle, as we mused confused in the middle of a muddle.

Sand

Sand

The sea was before him, the cliffs were behind. So he sat down and thought, till a thought came to mind. “I’ll build me a house. There’s plenty of sand.

The Brook

The Brook

She took the flower,
the flower she took,
that came down with the water,
that came down with the brook.

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