Poems About: SNAKE

In this page, poems on / about “snake” are listed.

  • 229.
    His mother is weeping

    His mother is weeping
    Near the lake several flowers were blooming.
    Fragrance was in the air.
    A cobra was lying near bush. read more »

    vijay gupta
  • 230.
    Nothing To Worry About!

    I don't fear nothing at all,
    but when nothing becomes something
    and it growls with sparkling pointed white teeth,
    i shake in my shoes and read more »

    David Taylor
  • 231.
    Snake Charmer

    If a snake bites before you charm it,
    whats the use of use being a snake charmer?
    Or is it because you are egotistic,
    since you drive a H3 Hummer? read more »

    Lindani Mahlangu
  • 232.
    DOES THE ROAD WIND?

    does the road wind, cascade
    and snake all the way?
    should I come running
    or rippling, beaming read more »

    Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese
  • 233.
    t8

    there is a winding river
    beside tall mountains
    you must know that we have
    crossed this river read more »

    RIC S. BASTASA
  • 234.
    Takin a Bite in Liberty

    Hold on let me grab that rattle snake
    before it bites your utters and they fall
    off no milk no hay sad day Ola) it(s o.k.. read more »

    Is It Poetry
  • 235.
    343/ Sacrament In Snake Alley

    Taipei is a city of remembered refugees
    Who retreated before The Long March
    Until their backs were against the sea,
    And they crossed in sampans and junks read more »

    Mark Riesenberger
  • 236.
    (06) Folly

    (written in Marathi language)

    Ratra-divas an nehmich rabto,
    tyala maanoos gadhav kaa mhanto? read more »

    Lubna S. Khan
  • 237.
    There Is Always Something On T.V.

    Give to me more of your esoteric
    Delights, basking in cauldrons
    Underneath the sweaty trees-
    Throw your dead soldiers of love in read more »

    Bret R. Crabrooke
  • 238.
    Pondering Price

    Waterbug's sundance 'pon lily pad floor,
    twirling like Merlin while gathering spores,
    naive to advances, a little green frog,
    guilefully leaping o'er rushes and logs. read more »

    Wayne G. Palmer
  • 239.
    Texas Indigo Snake

    Walking through the chapparral,
    A loud rattle assailed my ears.
    I stopped in my tracks,
    Trembling in my boots. read more »

    Juan Olivarez
  • 240.
    Red Rocks

    walking up the long winding stairs,
    The sun is blazing hot,
    and i am feverish with the warmth of it, read more »

    BladesongRaven Gehrig
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