Scarecrow Poems - Poems about Scarecrow

Collecting all manner of things, From battered old derbies to rings, He still couldn’t find, It stayed on his mind, A three-legged scarecrow that sings. ...

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In a cyclone, Dorothy was swept, To the land of Oz with a dog she kept, There she killed a wicked witch, They rejoiced she killed the b*tch, Then she realised she was lost, she wept. A good witch gave her a silver shoe, To go back home, a Wizard has the clue, So for the warlock, she searched. A brain-hungry Scarecrow perched, Near...

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I saw a tattered dark useless scarecrow, in a large wheat field, where all flying birds seemed to enjoy, resting on tattered arms. Except children who seemed to greatly fear. But once at night, I thought I saw it move, scared the guts out of my soul as I screamed. ”What are you screaming for, you wake the birds.” Did I hear right? I felt fear, I ran fast. ...

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A hat of burlap, worn and frayed, With buttons for eyes and a smile handmade. His skin of cloth, stitched and worn, His bones of wood, splintered and torn. A shirt of plaid, its colors faded, Stuffed with straw, his form created. Sleeves hang loose with patches sewn, A rustic figure, all alone. He stands amid the winding rows, Where shadows dance, and daylight...

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We saw a decorative scarecrow. He was outside a grocery store. We are feeling friendly as him. This fall, We choose candy corn. Along with pumpkin pie. We normally don’t care about those things. We are sitting on the wooden bench that is covered in raindrops. We eat donuts. Fall remembers how to have fun. By letting its leave die. It’s foggy in the morning. We subconsciously...

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Somewhere I hear Earth's ever ticking clock Emptying the grains of Summers’ sandy seas Parting from birds flying South in flocks Time for leaves to fall from ancient trees Eldritch bare branches stretch twisted in the cold Memories like magic spells wafting on the breeze Buoyant leaves flutter by in rich hues of red and gold Energetic, pink cheeked, flannel shirt and...

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I live in a "Mean Peoplez Zone" soou leave me alone: I'll introduce to you to my dad Miezzer. So stringy is he and I'll let you see: he's so cheap he waits for clothes to go on sale at goodwill. he told a story of aman who used a elk, deer and moose to stem cell meat for cheep. They only asked me was it...

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Mare, a seasoned witch with the dark ebony hair Said I will teach you a spell, to her cousin Cher. Cher tossed her wand around in the air. Scarecrow goblin appeared right in front of Mare. I thought I would teach you, Mare said to Cher. But you are a true genius of a witch, I do declare! Conjuring this scarecrow...

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Straw for hair Charcoal nose Awkward stare Robotic pose Emerald dreams Carving my eyes Red painted cheeks Onyx cries Wonderful at wind dancing...

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Afraid for you to call I careless And stressed yes Hello How are you I'd never answer I'd never I'd never...

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Dejected scarecrow sat on a prickly bale of hay. Nothing went right he said on this horrible day. A pumpkin nearby tried to cheer him up a bit. But dejected scarecrow was determined to throw a fit. Let’s look at the positives, a small voice said. It was from the bowels of a grave of one long-dead. The scarecrow got scared...

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He's straw for a brain unkempt terrain depends on witch thoughts cross his membrane...

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Corny, the scarecrow, Was a fun and playful soul, Stuffed with corn shucks, And anchored to a long pole. Corny, the scarecrow, Is a creepy, daunting sort, Made of last year’s crops, Bathed in morning’s dewdrops, He’s never had an escort. There must have been some wonderful In those overhauls he’s wearing, Because when he put them on his form, No other scarecrow was worth comparing. Oh, Corny,...

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Here i stand in my field all day trying to scare The crows away. But they just laugh and I think that's rude The way they still get the food. I have two straw arms and a straw face But without legs I can't give chase. With no voice I make no sound so the Crows keep hanging around. You see crows are...

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Beethoveen boppying to the beat of a rhythmic flow. Classified as most wanted. Hop scotch jump ropping pro. Treasure in it's cat. People in it's horizon horizontally. Pope's prediction was right. For now go on To pawn them good goodies. Fragile are they. Not at all gay. Being who you thought I was connecting them dots ha. Theodore theatre pinnacle. Together again as one....

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