Firewood Poems - Poems about Firewood

Seeing you makes me wonder, How your life's been doing over. I hope you're getting better, In everything, you'll be greater You're happy that's good, You seemed to be in a great mood. It's like the warmth of the firewood, On that part I understood. In the future don't be scared, Always be ready and be prepared. So that in problems you won't be ensnared, From...

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Let's start ourselves a fire And I don't mean the kind That's started up with kindling I've something else in mind We'll build it up real slowly Until we're toasty warm Who cares what's going on outside I want a big snowstorm!! Each of us a matchstick We'll strike at the same time Combine our flames together And watch the celsius climb Our hearths aglow...

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I set a fire in your eyes To keep both of us warm, You were so cold. I do not apologize for using The way I feel about you For firewood. I’ll never forget the way you Made me feel or the way You quickly ran towards The burning wood. To wander the wilderness In search of that light That shines from a distance. Civilization suddenly Doesn’t seem so...

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Shadows stretching eastward Setting sun in daylight lost Fall creeps in on chilly fingers Grasses matted by morning frost. Trees comply ablaze with color Flashing signals in Autumn’s roust To feathered, clothed, or furry creatures Storing food or flying south. Grey fog gauzing upward Where Canadas vector in the sky Above dark waters cooled over night Honkie-talkie as they fly. Pumpkins glowing orange Bundled corn stalks stripped...

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Crosscheck with An Honest Magazine Price of liter of kerosene: What it costs to upload ten poems, I hate: Thief!” leading to requiems, Poet to freely leave Cybercafé, And at home drink Calming Nescafe… So, I’ve started using firewood, Where piles of Good Ones stand have I stood: On this day the Twenty-First-August No shame asking Ant to be My Guest… But-Gosh!-Cruel Smoke for...

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Overgrowths of arm-post life Lift upward as my steam-breath Vanishes thinly into the sky Cool sweat drips deliberately As the stacks grow larger And the sawdust smells and sticks The wagon-load will wallow obediently As the frost bites cleanly Through the still winter dusk Ash white smoke curls softly From the cut-stone chimney Where a portrait of simplicity Sleeps eternally in my mind ...

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One Island In the sun Unusual It has no sandy beach or umbrella Yet it harbors sweet life for I can see Lush verdant growth A hillock Innate Bield...

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I believe it well There is fire like hill Tons and tons of firewood to fill Why politicians not understand about hell?...

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chopping fall firewood planning the greenhouse posted on May 30, 2018...

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Fire wood Burning firewood in the hearth, Bringing heat and light to earth, Seasoned logs piled in the store, Help to keep you warm in winter....

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Sawing Firewood For My Dad, Again "Saw them logs boys, saw them logs heat for the kitchen, heat for the halls Winter is going to be so very cold, so get it done before we all grow old." Boys, don't gripe, somebody got to do it so hurry up and get right on to it Winter is coming on...

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My father’s timber array arrived on an overloaded Diamond Reo flatbed. It dumped oak scraps, leafless dead-woods, inspiring last metamorphosis to warming fires come winter’s weather. Empty, truck leaves then heaves into a scrubby alley squeezing by barely. With its narrow fit made it disappearing through a backyard gate into a cloud of its own...

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