Best Fertilised Poems

This beautiful journey begins
From a courtship routine
The male perch themselves on leaves
And create a glorious scene
Waiting for a female 
Just to fly on by
Now he has his chance
But, she’ll be the one to decide



The male needs to find out
Whether she’s been fertilised
If she’s already pregnant
He’s...

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In dead-man's land
red poppies grow,
Fertilised by blood,
sun and winter snow;
And on widows' weeds
streams of sadness flow,
Lost freedoms seeds
beneath ignorance goes
To no-man's land
where,there were but crows;
With Spring's new life
real peace they can know,
In the Morning Star's
perpetual glow!...

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"Heart"  

Deep fissures formed
in the cracks of 
the nowhere place
where time leeched
bleeding claret 
through the green 
veined blues

protean bit by bit
the flesh disappears
prematurely 6ft under
mulch for rebirth
the subcontinent
conscientious conscience 
inward reaching

the divine central tableau 
revels in its simple existing 
the complexity suspended baulks
at the...

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somewhere
red poppies
                   grow
fertilised
              by blood
         ...

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Barren land of illiteracy ,
Soil never having been loosened,
Not fertilized by education !

Prejudice from heart difficult to eradicate,
Aspirations vacilitate, soon disheartened,
Barren land of illiteracy !

Comforts and bad money marionette ,
End of the day, lie disillusioned,
Not fertilised by education !

Howsoever doodads may shipshape,
Barefaced soul eventually feels...

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She's a skilled fighter
Nests a fire-breathing dragon
Rests in the barrel of her gun
The rumble of thunder

Just a drop of her blood
The badge stood crime still
Time froze in her powerful spill
Injustice fertilised the ground

Against all tradition, she's a knight
Hidden beauty behind the vise
Maiden on the wings...

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Foretold? Angels?

When you have sex, and you really love the other,
You know sometimes if you’ve fertilised and conceived, 
And Mary and Joseph’s love must’ve been strong, 
As marriage was the portal demanded and perceived. 

So Mary hallucinated after some months and knew, 
She was pregnant...

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My little seed in its soft pod.
My little egg fertilised by love.
Splitting and dividing.
A little gift from up above.

My little silver blackberry of cells.
Floating like a balloon.
My body getting ready for you.
I'd hold you in a cocoon.

My little sprouting bean.
Little buddy arms and legs growing.
Little...

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The pink flowers of the honeysuckle rise
Like crocuses in springtime on the green
Like eager maidens wanting to   be seen
While sunshine glitters on their shapely thighs.

Too much sun has made them over-bold
They are at risk from their own desperate joy.
For all the rain and...

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re-post inspired by SO contest

In dead-man's land
red poppies grow,
Fertilised by blood,
sun and winter snow;
And on widows' weeds
streams of sadness flow,
Lost freedoms seeds
beneath ignorance goes
To no-man's land
where,there were but crows;...

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Our Freedom was bought at a price

 Slaughtering  Of the innocent paved our 
streets in blood. 
The carcases of our beloved fertilised our ambitions 
Nurturing the growth of our consciences 

And as for their future, fantasies of long ago. 
Is it not still written...

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You  came  to be here gradually,
from the whirling chaos of the dreaming infant,
anchored by the maternal hand to earth.
Do not try to fly back to heaven today.
Be patient;your guides will,with no effort,
Teach you the patterns and the dance.
All you need is to be...

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To fulminate against the hands of fate
To vent our anger on  beloved friends
Will not repair our ills and our mistakes
But may bring friendships to  a bitter end.

For who are we to know what is the best?
Who are we to choose when loved ones...

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What's Love.
Love is like a rose it blooms in the sun
fertilised with affection warmth and fun,
love is like a river that ebbs and flows
currents getting stronger as it grows,

Love is like a mountain with its mysteries
awaiting investigations of its liberties,
love is like a sea or...

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She became his ex after they had had sex.
 He told her to relax even though their act was lax.
 He drove away for he owned a car.
 She owned nought and couldn't go far.

 His name was Max, at least that she knew.
 After...

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