Poems About: SNAKE
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337.The Boy And The Snake
Henry was every morning fed
With a full mess of milk and bread.
One day the boy his breakfast took,
And eat it by a purling brook read more »Charles Lamb
338.One Last Round
One More Fight?
I Aint Surprised
One More Fight?
Don’t Play It Down read more »Chris Leermakers
Injects no survive. Efforts control the
Animal survive. Survive. Animal survive. Survive. Injects no survive.
In nasty spitting eye cost. This read more »Jackson Mac Low
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp,
Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly stamp;
Where the station-cook in terror, nearly every time he bakes,
Mixes up among the doughboys half-a-dozen poison-snakes: read more »Andrew Barton Paterson
341.No ideas but in things
the snake is always a snake
and the scorpion cannot promise the frog
that in the middle of the storm
at its back, it will not bite read more »RIC S. BASTASA
342.Impudence and indolence result in great loss!
Everyone may be knowing
the game of snake and ladder!
Head of the snake will be read more »Dr.V.K. Kanniappan
I have seen many birds
But peacock is different
I have seen many snakes
But the bead-like snake is the most read more »Oluwole Olawale Michael
344.Childrens Book-Trouble In Tombstone
Deep in the draw where pond scum grow
Live Sneaky Pete and Slimy Joe;
Two slippery snakes in black leather vests
Who hold no honor towards the code of the west! read more »Christine K. Trease
345.See The Snake In Her Eyes
Look into the wind, your empty thoughts wrapped up and thrown out in the bin, the igloo was cold, you should have been told, life can be good if you don't have no soul. The pictures that fall from your marshmallow walls, keep reminding me of times, out on the street, no skin on my feet, the blood opens up from hands and thighs, and yet I remember, yet I remember.
See the snake in her eye’s.
The dentist he smiles with a toothless reply, neon lights like a hawk, they gazed down, sodden, brazen only to frown. I'm fumbling around, lost and stupid around on the ground. I've come to the end, the sound of waves crashing a remarkable friend. But long distant pier, and some more frothy beer, curled up in comfort before she dies, and yet I remember, yet I remember. read more »Fergus Michael Condron
This story of the Rainbow Serpent is an Australian aboriginal legend and I have re-told it, with the best of intentions, for an international audience. I may have made some changes to the story and I hope my re-telling is true to the spirit of the original versions. read more »Raj Arumugam
The water bill had been paid,
And it was hot in the shade.
Our water service had been interrupted.
But we still used the bowl read more »Robert Edgar Burns
348.who is the real problem?
i am the real problem
i Do not have anything to do with my Life, it has only lonelines as the real cause of its misery.
i am the real problem read more »RIC S. BASTASA