Best Grassed Poems

The world did wear you down and on you passed.
Nightmares of young did press your eyes to close,
But God has gathered you and him at...

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A Coffee Merchant was the first man to find,
The corpse as he started off on his daily grind!
What he saw filtered through, so he had...

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When the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., said “I have a dream,” we all nodded and shouted sharing our feelings because his dream was...

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Diminishing virtues stripped away
From the flesh
By the fierce brined rods that freely 
Course thy hot crimson blood; 
Dry cracked lips attempting to
Fashion broken words of...

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A Song of Spring
(A Sonnet in Eleven Syllables)

     I hear the sounds of a spring brightening dawn,
    ...

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Dear diary, I write these words, so sad and true,
     and etch my heartfelt thoughts forever in this book.
Now, with a...

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There are some colours
that can never be repainted,
marks that can never be removed
and stains that can never be covered.

Move on!
My past loved one,
don't hold unto...

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I thought our love would last, forever;
now, you lay in a place vast, forever.

From the moment we met it was to be;
with a love growing...

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My aim was spot on at close range or distant
The coppers were on scene post haste
The sirens were loud and extremely insistent
I gazed at the...

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I stood on a wheat-grassed hill,
It's crest a overpass.
Pine rows below overgrown.
Forming into forest behind.
My childhood grounds.

Three boys, friends in time
Winter of "78"
When clouds dropped...

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Spring Is Sprung

The daffies are ready to give us their best
The early spring sun gifting newfound zest
The chaffinch, the blue tit, the robin redbreast
Flit hither...

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I can, at last, begin to see
why Trump reminds himself, assiduously,
of Republican Party CoFounder Lincoln.

He believes, as did Lincoln,
it is our time to redress
winnings v....

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How do you feel
when stepping out?

Of a cold dark house
into this returning first spring
full-sun warm morning
just at fragrant dawn

Embracing your shoulders
neck
face
arms
hands
and your naked
cool green grassed
wet...

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A seam in a sock is a whistling clock. Wheelbarrow hours like a treading of grapes for wine. But swamped with the rest of the...

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We wander gently and silently but with mounting anticipation
through the weather beaten gate into the long grassed meadow
the chill and dampness of the dewy grass...

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