Pond Poems - Poems about Pond

...They watered down the vodka I barely got a buzz I bet I’d pass the breath test If picked up by the fuzz I’m checkin’ on the gin now ......Read the rest...

...She swam so beautifully captivating the sky mesmerizing the rivers edge she panders about with such grace owning her own dreams she caters to fulfillment honored by her beauty moving with s......Read the rest...

...I am Nobody: no name on my grave in the Veterans’ Cemetery -- not even certain if all parts match – those bombs really had no personal objective when targeting and dispatched – Their bu......Read the rest...

...As fertile egg in pond I stay till, by magic, a nymph one day. Then comes new instinct to tempt me to break my tether and go free. From murky depth of birthplace pond it’s time to leave for ......Read the rest...

...Will the president be in truce? Shahid Qadri No. Not the chair, table , the sofa set , the shelves, these do not belong to me The tree, pond, flowing water only these Hair, chin, curvature, kn......Read the rest...

...Existence, herein, is like water in an earthen pot. A grit on the problem is enough to bring it to naught. The water in it is cool and as clear as a crystal. Though physically brittle, both within......Read the rest...

...Prickly are the waters drought no more do drops collected gallons of waters evaporated once was a lake than a pond now it's not even a fishing hole dust rise up we're vapors onc......Read the rest...

...When might it have started? When did this whole thing start? ‘Beginning’ is too hard a concept, it is too natural a word, It is too common a daily lifestyle that too many cross over it like Butt......Read the rest...

...This piece, dear readers, is to commemorate yet another milestone in my life...my ##th birthday... Have you ever made a lantern out of fireflies, Or skipped a smooth flat stone across a pond? Ha......Read the rest...

...The soft ripples in the pond, Gently grow weaker as they respond. The kindness of one’s heart, Is a dearly loved part, And should never be abused. Never let it be here to be used. One must a......Read the rest...

... I walk up the shady street of my memory, up a big hill where I rode my bike down; right to the end of our quiet dappled street, and into a lush green park full of bird songs; wher......Read the rest...

...The fuzzy toad couple came hopping across the pond I was amazed when I saw the last lily pod they’d been on There were four footprints of high heeled shoes. I was surprised to say the least, now w......Read the rest...

... Sitting on the same bench a few years after, memories come back while I'm watching the pond, feeding the ducks, geese and the black swans. After a long time, Santa Margarita's......Read the rest...

...Each goldfish is like a birthday candle: fins flickering in under-water sparkles of sunlit sugar. Sprinkled, trickled, rippled. My face is staring over the pond; they gather for party bags ......Read the rest...

...Spectacular would not even begin to describe the trip around the island A whole day of fun and excitement with such a wonderful guide A visual smorgasbord of things to see, vibrant foliage on one s......Read the rest...