Best Forages Poems

He lays there in his own world
Living on memories of the past
life as it is now, is just existing,
memories, are remembered at last

No longer knows who I am
looking at me so scared.
As though I would do him harm
as I gently, help him feed

I know he...

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Sacred Lake Titicaca

High atop the Andes, between Bolivia and Peru,
sits the birthplace of the Incas, sacred Lake Titicaca.
A powerhouse of nature through and through,
it was created by the Inca god of the lake, Viracocha.

A treetop view showcases unique flora and fauna that abound,
from llamas to...

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In bed looking out my window... (sighs)  
up at the moon with leaden eyes 
approaching bleak scarlet skies 
dawns spell prompt to arise. 
Fawn forages prize 
roses, surprise 
at moms cries, 
it shies, 
flies.


11/2/2019

Poetry Contest: Rhyming Nonet 
Sponsored by: Charles Messina...

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As he wears his golden crown
He forages frantically.
The goldcrest alights, he touches down.
He wears his crown magnitoquently.
"Fee hee hee" he chirps rapidly

A spider, the goldcrest consumed;
From its web he had plucked it away.
His excited search for food then resumed,
He must eat to survive another day.

The...

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bitter snow blizzard
winter winds whisper warnings ~
snowshoe hare forages

( this poem on PS syllable counter is 17 syllables and 18 on howmanysyllables.com. I posted it as is due to the imagery that it captures. Just a disclaimer since this has been brought to my attention.)...

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Once  two hearts entwined into one
Body and soul drunken embrace fusion
Sunshine and starry skies we couldn't ignore
On wings we use to soar
Fly forever and never fly away
Love I thought would always stay

A desire to rekindle the drop of love left
Dry the river of tears...

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There is such a beauty in  d e c a y i n g  flowers,
charm, allure and splendor in summer showers.

Murmuring in the fields and my drooping garden,
oh, a sweet melody of   u t t e r   total abandon.

Lovely,...

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Remission

  The living  soft  redwoods rose up into the furthest skies
  Rough dark brown and grey pines stood like warriors nearby 

  The roads are always wrapped in blue and gray mist
  as large lumbering trucks and black Suvs...

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Humans not meant to dwell in caves
Drowned out,
No inherited inhabitants 
Mother black bear's in rage

suckling on the land of mass construction
Dry and toxic is it's tit
Oh no more!
No natural function 

Seduced seducing men mock
Abyssal in spirit!
Is this the choice of your decision?
Idly dragging you down
Can...

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planting 
the staple of life
new beginnings

seedlings
nurtured by natures flow
future hopes

nestling 
in the loam and water
sustenance

farmers
weeding the paddies
a crane forages

greens arise
to greet morning rays
honking geese

thrashing 
out tiny grains
happy tummies

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My Carolyn and I, on Plymouth Hoe we stand
To leave this shire of Devon, to far distant lands
Our desire to leave, and this change in our lives
There's a future out there, for me and my new wife
As I look down on the harbour, at these...

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Candy Cotton Sky.
.
Snow white wisps of cotton candy
Patches of vivid blue peeking through
The yarning sun awoken by joyful pleasant bird song  
As a gentle warming breeze Stirs the pretty flowers
Kissed by moisten droplets of clinging dew
.
The May thorn displays wedding gown
Scattered confetti proliferates the...

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Hither, Hi, Ho, Fairies Down Below


Hither, hi, ho, fairies down below.
They flit, they flee, from bush to tree,
Flying swiftly, leaping lightly,
Chattering, tinkling, always sprightly.

By day they can laugh and play.
But at night comes worry and fright.
As the gloaming swallows up the sun
It is the end...

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Forrest forever worked full-time in the forest,
forgetting his fast food which was not so fabulous,
foraging for forest food not his forte,
finally fishing till the fish fought and got away,
Forrest was not exactly having a field day,
frantic and fuming and feeling foolish,
he foraged for food in...

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Two souls bound together,
Withheld a world apart,
No leather strap or tether,
Yet, a single tear from the smart.

Two streams flowing to a river,
Gently trickling away,
Eroding with tantric shiver,
Silently cutting the glacier away.

Two clocks quietly ticking past,
Arms never in the same place,
Souls that bond, strengthening fast,
Fused closer...

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