#lamb poems on Hello Poetry

Pete Leon Oct 2017

Tarte Tatin Man,
He wears pears on his hands,
And he glistens like lamb,
He's Tarte Tatin Man.

Tarte Tatin Man,
He's originally from France,
And has a cousin who's a flan,
He's Tarte Tatin Man.

Tarte Tatin Man,
He wears a coat made of pans,
And bathes in butter, not jam,
He's Tarte Tatin Man.

Tarte Tatin Man,
I feel we finished this dance,
Till we meet again, perchance,
Goodbye Tarte Tatin Man.

#tarte #tatin #man #butter #lamb #dance #france #flan

DubJDaddy Jul 2017

Dancing with Vampires

Trust no one.
All will deceive you.
Trying to ensnare.
Holding you to their lies.
Cloaks for disguise
Masks for the fools.
A ball for all those.
Who dance with the flys.

True faces are hidden.
When verbiage employed.
Intentions unbalanced.
As they allude to the truth.
Hearts have been missing.
Your misplacement enjoyed.
Lured to intentions.
The light ****** from you.

Invitation to a feast.

#trust #lamb #entranced #thefeast

sol Mar 2017

align

who would have thought it ends this way?
The stars, how they had warned us.
Now I don't know how to make you stay.

I can feel your life slipping through.
My hands shake, you are cold,
and I never guessed, I never knew.
My heart breaks as I let go.

We never knew where this led,
and now your blood is on my hands.
As the lamb makes his final stand,
I wish this wasn’t how it ends.

And now the sands tell your time.
As the wolf shouts to the moon,
the stars above you, they align.

sonnet
revised 3/27/17

#moon #time #stars #blood #wolf #snow #piano #sands #lamb #align

sol Mar 2017

you

through
every
face
and
every
ache
my
mind
always
moves
back
to

*y
o
u

through the sirens and the light
all i saw was you

#you #wolf #ocean #lamb

xmxrgxncy Mar 2017

Greetings.

Greetings.
I know you didn’t even know I existed until church was over and you were looking for a reason to stay away from home, but here I am.
Feed me.

Heya.
I’m really cold over here. I know you’ve been heating blanket after blanket every ten minutes, but it’s been nine degrees outside for the whole afternoon and I only just came inside.
Warm me.

Hi, there.
I really don’t want this bottle. Rest assured, I’m hungry, but I’m feeling so weak. I don’t feel like doing anything but sleep and I miss my mother….why didn’t she want me?
Love me.

Hiya.
Your bed is so warm, and the sound of your breathing comforts me. Thank you for taking me in, new mother. Thank you for being there every four hours to feed me, I know you’re tired. I’m cold again.
Hold me.

Hey.
It was a long night but we got through it...but I feel so alone. The dogs seem to like me, but all I want is you. No one else is allowed to feed me, understand? I’m feeling colder, and not as hungry...and scared.
Stay with me.

Hi.
I know you’re trying your best, but it isn’t working very well. I need more. I wish I could tell you just what it is I’m missing. I wish I could spell it out for you.
Read me.

Hello.
The shaking won’t stop, mother. What’s going on? I can barely open my eyes, and warmth seems to evaporate off me into thin air. I don’t understand what’s happening. My heart is breaking with every beat it misses…

Goodbye.

Our little lamb passed this morning, peacefully. It broke my heart. What does that symbolize for my working through anxiety that I had tied with his getting better......I always take the animals' deaths so hard. Another reason why I really shouldn't live on a farm, ******.

#dying #sadness #death #tears #anxiety #panic #lamb

xmxrgxncy Mar 2017

I Cannot Sleep

I cannot sleep, for I'm nursing a sheep,
A coughing, sputtering lamb;
I cannot rest, for I'm doing my best
My medicinal best that I can.

Mama was young, and she knew no demands
For how to care, it was told;
Mama was scared, and she left them to stand
And to freeze in the shuddering cold.

Baby girl died, it was frosty and bleak
Under that black food bowl she lay;
Baby girl died, she was so unique
The size of a child's shoe, she bayed.

So here I sit nursing a poor coughing lamb,
Here I sit nursing a sick deathly man,
Here I sit hoping-just maybe- he'll live,
Futilely promising my life for his.

I'm now, as we speak, sitting in bed holding a lamb wrapped in towels who is Wetly hiccuping and coughing and bleating weakly. I hope he lives. His name is Bud. I'm promising myself that if he lives, well repair our well being together, onestep at a time.

#death #nursing #bud #lamb

Kevin Nov 2016

Reluctantly Praying

God we haven’t spoken in a while.
a lost soul, a rampant sinner
seeking purification.

I turned my back,
bathing in temptations,
satisfyingly hurting you.

I pray for forgiveness.
might you still have
a place in your herd
for this lost lamb?

© oceancrows

#prayer #life #god #religion #sins #temptation #sinning #sinner #praying #lamb

Sam Dunlap Jul 2016

Wolves are Lambs are Wolves

Stare into the eyes of the wolf.
Which do you see,
The predator or the lamb?
Which do you love?
Which do you fear?
They are the same, but they fight for space in the flicker of the iris,
the flash of the teeth,
the curve of the brow.
Which will win out? Neither. Both.
Is it a fight if you can't win or lose?
If twin souls, displayed against an infinite canvas,
never run out of room
but never quite fill up as much as the other?
Which do you hate?
Which do you ignore?
I dare you to stare and not be intrigued.
It may be possible to look and not see,
But we are drawn to wars and dances alike.
You know, you
can tell which is which
When you squint
Clench your jaw
There's a difference
A purpose behind each half.
The wolf you can find
Out of the goodness of the lamb
The lamb you can find
From the hatred of the wolf
Or is it switched?
When one soul is tied to another
The colors start to blend
And the mix is not reversible
So I ask again,
Which do you love?
Which do you fear?
Love the lamb. Fear the wolf.
Fear the lamb. Love the wolf.

Make your choice.

#wolf #conflict #choices #lamb