Best Clover Poems

Lay me down in clover
There I'll set my spirit free
To bask in memories of my youth
When life was still carefree
Where dreams of old still hover
With the bees and butterflies
And days of long ago are etched
in cloudless summer skies

Let me smell the color green
How cool against...

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Where clover grows and rivers wind
Across green meadows, daisies find
A honeycomb"s sweet pattern weaves
Around the tulips graceful sleeves
In pastel clouds of blue combined

With pinks and purples unconfined
Yellow following close behind
And winter's sister takes her leave
Where clover grows

As hummingbirds and bees remind
Cruel April also can be...

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Sometimes I just want to say
I reckon it doesn’t matter any way

I remember once I watched a ghost
Fly into a soul and become the host

As darkness inhales clear blue sky’s
Mothers feeling their children’s cries

In a distant bar there is a singer who sings
As two more...

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delicate clover delights gray bunny 
tasty and delectable
tickles nose on way in...

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I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
Sailing away on my four-leaf clover

The mossy gray stone is no mystery
Up inside this stone lives my past
Sometimes I fear that my memories
Just seem to be fading...

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I saw a four leaf clover in a field of green.
I picked it up and looked for it's miracle
on each one of it's leaves and this is what
I seen.

Four perfectly split leaves with each it's
own plan. 
To bring wealth and knowledge, to any
finder's hand.

One leaf...

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Something comes to mind;
It is no evil thing.
Objectified it stands,
Sings loudly with open mouth,
Nearly speechless.
So is the volume turned up,
Turned on
When frogs croak
In muddy ponds
And tadpoles wink the day.

The field is all clover--
Pure;
It feeds the sky,
Pleases the eye,
Is false 
Like some lovers.
Frogs are lovers,
Hopping.

People hop...

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at age 12

Chigger bites, mighty small, are no fun.
Hard to see, they will bite any one.
Get bit on that thing,
laughter it will bring,
when it swells like a clover leaf bun.

A hot tub, a long soak and you rant.
The sulfur smells horrid I will grant.
Visiting, the...

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In clover green we lay, our eyes on a bouquet 
of white and wooly flowers, heaven's grand display. 
As each bud drifted by, as if to make us sigh, 
they changed into a downy heart in azure sky - 
the perfect prelude to romance that...

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an
outdoor
vinery-
in my purple 
patch...

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Now Hank's sister had a friend named Clover
An attractive and curvey push-over
So it’s hardly any wonder
Hank was an easy push-under
When his sister had Clover come over.

January 2012...

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pessimists say weed, highlanders say emblem,
summit of strength, protected by spikelet's and hardiness,
bewitching and captivating flower, irresistible to man and deity.
armed stem defends and supports, tipped with the pride of Scotland,

coverage of clover hardened by the elements and stone,
the luck of the Irish forged by...

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Inhaling scent of heather and each blossomed spray
Surrounding us that warm clear springtime day,
We lay in clover, with our eyes on a bouquet -
White, wooly blooms - the wild blue yonder’s grand display!

Those flower-clouds went softly drifting; by and by
They changed into a valentine so...

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I was riding a round in my truck
When I ran over an Irish duck
While holding a clover
He knew it was over
He simply ran out of luck...

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Today we give cheers to St. Paddy
                               Taken from the sea lake, Lochmaddy  ...

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