Sheep Poems - Poems about Sheep

... There comes the EAST, against the SOUTH The WEST against the SOUTH Again the NORTH, all against the SOUTH Just to use, manipulate and enslave our minds, One said music is all I say ......Read the rest...

...In the reams where people, Perform in the Circus I am that wolf that observe, without Crucifying any I sighted mediocre, an illusion the very small Are fearful to grow from Just like a Li......Read the rest...

...O familiar stranger tormenting my mind, Why do you hide behind the veils? Why did you act so apathic when you stood in my presence ? Why do you strike me from behind as a vermin? And cut through......Read the rest...

...Strong are her hands, Darkened by summer’s touch, Now pale like ghosts in twilight's hush. Could these be her hands? Did they dip in scented creams By tranquil pleasure pools? Did they bathe ......Read the rest...

...I lay awake once again Unable to clear my head. I wish this storm of thoughts would cease, And allow me to go to bed. I dream about the future. I reminisce about the past. I think about thing......Read the rest...

...Time is the essence of many things, change is a never ending evolution, humanity seeks laziness swift solution, integrated or complex organism fusion. Such is the coquettish process of nature, m......Read the rest...

...Why are you so so harsh? You scream at your sister: ,,Don't try to be someone large!" You remember me of children crying and run away even though their parents are in a rush. You have these green ......Read the rest...

... Baa, baa, black sheep Have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full. One for the master, And one for the dame, And one for the little boy Who lives down the lane. Now this little di......Read the rest...

... Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep And I've lost my little old mind Been cruising along and all of a sudden Wham! You hit me from behind Behind the great walls of secrecy Lost my abil......Read the rest...

...If you’re only a teen, you may carry the weight, Of a past you abhor and a present you hate, You may live in your room, like a temple of doom, But the rest of your day is a book and a broom. Oh......Read the rest...

...The whole world demeanor wild and chaotic, From one creature to another, Rivals, a definition of our hearts, Dirty competition, our goal. Plutocracy, a depiction of our societies. Oh God! Wher......Read the rest...

... Hours drift by Yet here l still lie Eyes and mind wide open Desperate for sleep Counting Little Bo-Peeps sheep Eyes and mind wide open Frustrated and forlorn For now it is dawn Eyes and......Read the rest...

...People don't ever think for themselves There's this book I read on cultural evolution That says group think is an adaptation If someone says snake And you take the time to look for yourself Yo......Read the rest...

...I'm not emotional about poetry to call it a 'crush' Sometimes I get ideas, but hardly ever in a rush to write them down like I have a bee in my bonnet I'm not prone to compose a Shakespearian Sonn......Read the rest...

... (Kafkaesque) This is a Franz Kafka style poem All ill manner of men dances at the bottom of my flowing skirt, A circus of vultures aiming high, playing solitude in the dirt, Trumpeting flame......Read the rest...