Gnome Poems - Poems about Gnome

I am an animal I no longer recognize my convertible Chevy days lying back in the dust I barely remember young me ….cotton candy me, heroine me, lively me we are an old woman now, a sleeping gnome an obese...Read the rest...

the puppy arrived at gnome village on his own he had no briefcase, suitcase, name tag or phone What do we do with him? Grandpa gnome ask his niece. We had better play with him, let’s take an...Read the rest...

Welcome to gnome village where the lemonade is free and the inhabitants want to feed you cookies Sounds good to me, I agreed. Where do I sleep? Who takes me in? You are a giant, one of the gnomes told me. Don’t...Read the rest...

Irish Proverb A long life and a merry one. A quick death and an easy one. A good girl and an honest one. A cold pint and another one. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison...Read the rest...

Gnarly had the best job of all in the sugar dome. He was the secret rainbow color dropping gnome. He came in the night, riding the color on his bike. The only ones who could see him were...Read the rest...

Normal What is normal to a wolf, is chaos to its pray. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison...Read the rest...

Words enlighten the soul easily. When the heart need not search for their meaning. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison...Read the rest...

Walls Sometimes we put up walls. Not to keep people out. But just to see who cares, enough to knock them down. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison...Read the rest...

Sipping his warm tasty gnome grog in the snow We see troll’s size fourteen feet and we laugh at his ugly toe Why doesn’t he wear shoes or boots someone says. Too warm blooded me thinks, says my...Read the rest...

In Life In childhood you’re playful. In youth you are lustful. In old age you’re feeble. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison...Read the rest...

Lie I didn’t lie! I just created fiction with my mouth! By Josehf Lloyd Murchison...Read the rest...

Utopia Dystopia One man’s Law and order is another man’s oppression. For an imposed utopia is a true dystopia. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison ...Read the rest...

Gnarly is cozy in his winter best today His clothes were a gift from Mrs. Claus, a uniform like Santa’s complete with red hat His is knitted, even warmer than Santa’s maybe He gets out his favorite Christmas book Begins...Read the rest...

Tree gnome appears in silence every April or May We do not hear his footsteps, they are light like a roach’s. Some springs he skips us, but he is always here when needed Today I was not surprised...Read the rest...

Death Of A Snowflake Irony is not lost on the dying. As falling snowflakes no two are the same. Endless monuments to god’s creation. They are born in winter and die in spring. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison ...Read the rest...