Best Foxglove Poems

  Translucent is the beauty of the foxglove flower,
hiding is something they never ever do; they are 
       poisonous giving rashes, nausea and headaches !

  Find them in a cottage garden mingling, entangled with cat mint,
often they...

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You sound like a tiny person with short man syndrome
always talking out your azz is what you give them
Your poetry sucks like a hooker on the steets
never knowing when your going to be beat
Let me give you a penny for a thought
a free lesson so...

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"50 Words for Poe: Foxglove"



What goes through the mind 
of Winter, when you are Autumn
just past Spring
Sometimes you’d squeeze IT
in the hot spaces left-of-centre
with the remnants of the
Summers-In-Between

She liked to keep it real.

She’d escaped
and had been watching 
the stranger on and off
for some time
he thought...

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Translucent is the beauty of the foxglove flower, and
hiding is something they never ever do; careful they are 
extremely poisonous giving rashes, nausea and headaches !

Find them in a cottage garden mingling, entangled with cat mint, or
often they self seed in very strange and odd...

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August is mature with shining brown hair the colour of a ripe cornfield
Greying at the temples and his fringe he has clear eyes of deepest blue,
Deep smiling lines of crow’s feet on the sides of his rugged brown face,
He looks all around a strong tall...

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Adrift in a foreign country, walking in canvas shoes,
I brushed the purple petals and felt
Chemicals invade through my fingertips;
Then kissed my fingers at the statue on the beach, tasted digitalis,
Marvelled at the stoic bronze skin
Pressed tight against bikini red,
As she moved into the sunset.

My heart...

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Foxglove faeries flitting freely,
tiny little ethereal sweeties;
picking blossoms to make hats,
faerie boys make themselves spats.

Mice, moths and butterflies,
are there strictly to apprise, 
they're tiny judges of latest styles,
those faerie designs are really wild!

Among the flowers faeries flutter,
flying smoothly as hot butter;
wispy wings transparent be,
lovelier than...

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Among these wonderful flowers,
I could sit here for many hours,
winding vines among the bowers;
they have power, they have power.

I will watch family of doves,
with their little ones high above,
just above me and these foxgloves;
those babes above, those babes above.

Such gentle joys that met my eyes,
something...

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Translucent is the beauty of the foxglove flower,
hiding is something they never ever do; 
find them in a cottage garden mingling, entangled,
often they self seed in truly strange and odd places.   
Look inside the tubular flower for freckles and spots, 
I admire...

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Home from School

 A little stream by the village bridge.
Clear cold water over jagged stones
 searched for pieces of china in the mud
as we meandered slowly home.

 Once-treasured patterns and bits of bones and
 a black eel,rolling wave,burrowing far.
  We sucked sweet nectar from...

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floral medicine
in the flower bed
foxglove
...

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