Best Bramble Poems

Build me a mountain of uncertainty,
A stone of distant fears
Find me an army of losses
And empty hopes,
Some cluster of aimless hours to call my own.
Teach me about heartache and closed doors.
A broken way with nothingness in every direction.
Create in me a heavy heart, 
full of...

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Concealed by a bramble bush, 
Fixated to her tight swathe.
She takes a little look around,
Then peels off her clothes to bathe. 

Standing there with just a pink panty, 
 The small of back had perfect dimples.
She hesitated for a while in the cool breeze,
That kissed...

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Ol' Nellie Bramble; she loved to drink
She never washed and boy she did stink
In every bar in town, she'd cause a scene
And her rich language was quite obscene.

She spent many a night in a police cell
And all night long she'd scream and yell
She'd cuss and...

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A ramble in a bramble kisses a shoe horn in a window box

Having deciphered which tunes and vibrations cause reactions it was time to make everything the same really. Shame it was that day for the creative crab. Whose sideways step now had to fit...

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There once was a friendly honey bee named “Bramble”
He loved to ramble during daylight through the trees.
One day while in the woods, he saw some tires.
They were covered with precious yellow-golden dust.
Quickly over to the tires he did buzz, a bit off track.
Bramble was not...

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When the sun kisses 
the morning skies
Soft fluffy clouds murmur 
like floating tides 
Dew drops coat leaves 
with faint sighs
Gently caressing my 
petals open wide
Showing off where 
the brambles lies
The summer can no 
longer hide
Natures beauty with 
a small surprise

7/5/2020
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I scrambled on the hill,
avoiding any spill.
The rocks required some skill
to stay upright.

A covering of leaves,
hid brambles, thick as thieves,
and roots, I do believe,
lurked out of sight.

So pick your path with care,
some sturdy shoes to wear,
with lots of sunshine there,
not at first light.

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A Violette, which...

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Hauled up 
the breast suture.
You were following the milk route,

epitomizing the fall. From the
golden clouds. Wanting to
swim in blue veins,

you were drowned. The fire
has spurted the blood. A carbon
copy of exit strategy

in your hands, you unreel
the chains of libido in failed
state of limbs.

The cartel has...

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 I took a hike in Bramble Bog,
and reveled in the croaking frogs;
the singing crickets and river song,
were lovely, so I whistled along.

By the river, on a great cypress branch,
upon which, I chanced to glance,
sat a bull and two young elves;
they were doing something swell!

Clearly,...

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In the depths of some divine despair,
the wind stirs softly.
With a prayer from her soul’s deep core –
a plea in awful repose…

A melancholy crack in the smile she wears,
with mildly stern eyes in command;
and silent lips of a paler-hue:
remain filled with lamentation.

The Bramble rose
wears a...

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Deep in summer wood 
where beauty grows 
This garden, 
home of the bramble rose 

This high wall 
bordered in pink 
The bramble rose, 
high above us all 

Soft ferns of jade 
This green,            ...

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Atheist or Pagan
which gets to dream
reasoning stilted
 spirits unseen

Rational narcissist 
tribal taboos 
if given the choice
it’s easy to choose

Atheist or Pagan
contrast to compare
the first in self-worship
—the second aware

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)...

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Written: August 12, 2023
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I fitfully stumble through bramble and briar.
Cut by the cold promise of a lost season's fire,
It says it will lead me where I must roam.
Into our perennial place by the fire at home.

where memories of beauty before the fall,
Are alive and vibrant,...

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In the day of digital, I withdrew all my cash;
one hundred and seventy-three
and drove around town buying up
all the roses that I could see.

Will this conglomerate of different colors
which make up a traveling bramble
touch her heart as I need it to,
a garden of my silent...

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We’d go exploring along the river and through the woods,
We’d run, and we’d whoop, then go silently to try and see a rabbit if we could.

We’d push through all the briar and the bramble,
Then chase each other in one big scramble.

We’d get covered in mud...

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