Best Briar Poems

Some may imagine Paris in the Spring;
 Champagne kisses that heat love's burning flame. 
Some say romance dies with a wedding ring.
 Oh, but I believe that is such a shame. 


Too often it's confused, true love and lust,
 as well as what sweet romance...

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Briar and the Dragonfly


Seated in a saddle on a dragonfly in flight
Shimmering upon the evening skies
Iridescent flickerings beneath this moonlit night
Magical this scene before my eyes

Smiling like a crescent with a firefly in tow
Laughing as the trees have come to play
Eyes they glow illumined as...

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We've slogged through bog and briar.
To coddle the pond "tranquility".
This emerald within an emerald
of tender water~ lily harmony.

Indian paintbrush to whisk a memory.
Winged flutes seep gently from maple trees.
Her sweetened songs will tear the eye.
If you let it be-just let it be.

The sun glances of...

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Wistful is the heart, silent the walls
    where the gambols of youth echoed.
A return tale’s sentimental journey
  inside the gates of Sweet Briar Road

Long it behoves me my thanksgiving 
    to you, aunties Yvonne and Jocelyn T.
For all...

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green briar leaves shine
'pon Chinaberry's bare limbs..
untouched by winter  ...

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Briar that climbs the Willow Tree
Higher it grows every summer
It captures my imagination see
Briar that climbs the Willow Tree
Somehow ruins my flight to fantasy
Disrupts thoughts and is a sandspur
Briar that climbs the Willow Tree
Higher it grows every summer  

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(Or How My Legs Got This Way)

Bre’r Rabbit had his briar patch
A lovely place but there’s a catch
The briars and brambles cut and scratch
And it was there I met my match

We downed a model airplane there
It simply fell out of the air
We ventured in with...

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The red petals that whisper her desire
She is my rose amid the wild briar
Her velvet white reveals her loving heart
In breaths that linger on a summer’s night
To tempt the senses where love’s passions start
Imploring dreams to taste the buds delight.
My rose, that is pure white...

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Tangled in a briar of wires
Securing twists from a pair of pliers.
Seated neatly in the center,
Waiting for the next to enter.
With no one else to share the space,
I’d disappear without a trace.
Together we would have such fun,
Waiting for the cut and run.
And should that time...

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with thorn of a rose
she pricked a finger tip
held it there softly
to my open lips
as she pierced mine
mixed the flow
tip to tip
and each took
a little sip
such a heady mix
sweet as wine
my love’s blood
mingled with mine
from a finger
cut and torn
with briar rose’s 
sharp sharp thorn...

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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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Diamonds on her fingers. Diamonds in her nose.
She’s dancing in the street, our little Briar Rose.
Her hair is a twirling, as if it is glittery and on fire.
Her energy is amazing; she will never tire.

The neighbors are smiling, and stamping their feet.
They love our Briar...

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I Have a Yong Suster
(anonymous Medieval English riddle-poem, circa 1430)
translation by Michael R. Burch

I have a young sister
Far beyond the sea;
Many are the keepsakes
That she sent me.

She sent me the cherry
Without any stone;
And also the dove
Without any bone.

She sent me the briar
Without any skin;
She bade...

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From the thistle and vine
From the thicket of thorn
Into the light of the morning    
Out from the briar patch, gone

In a flicker of light
Into the glimmer of dawn
Slipping out at the daybreak
With the rise of the sun

In the ticking of time
From the...

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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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