Best Herb Poems
Just breathe in,
violet meadows,
lavender’s relaxing elixir,
passive perfume permeates
the olfactory,
ah...such sweet slumber!
My blue terraced pot is alive this year,
Growing basil, chives, oregano and sage.
It sits on my patio in the filtered sun,
Ready for creative culinary inspiration......
Maybe after I finish this glass of wine.
The herb
A plant of richness
To understand
the mystery of the herb
Is the source of good health
Oh I love the herb
Give me the herb and
let me dance with a long life
The herb
To understand
The mystery of the herb
Is a natural blessing to life
The herb is a gift from nature
Like a rainbow full of colours
The herb grow in deferents colours
Some are red,green, purple, white,
On and on
In defferent shapes
and size they are found
it defers in flavour and smells
Oh I love the herb
a gift of nature
The herb
To understand
the mystery of the herb
Is like a divine grace
It cure strange illness
It help to strengthen
the weak bones
It protect the surface of the skin
From skins infection
It washes away all pollution
In the body
It improve life in a heavy way
How can you stay healthy
with out the herb
Oh I love the herb
a gift from nature
The herb
You can cook the herb
You can eat the herb
You can apply it like
a cream on a cut
The water of the herb
Is like GOD water
It so powerful in protecting you
From stress and sick beds
Oh I love the herb
a gift from nature
The herb
To understand
the mystery of the herb
Now in our generation is rare
As we advance
With out moral values any more
All we do are just to civilisation
Always in a rush to hear from the medical
As we keep depending
On morden day medication
We should not forget
The miraculous mystery
Of
The herb.
I’ll one day plant
An herb garden
Just for you
The various herbs
You may feel
Overwhelmed by, at first
Though do not fret…
As the herbs mean
No harm, of course
Why do herbs exist?
Why are they so comforting…
So flavorful?
The answers you seek, I’m afraid
Will continue to elude you…
I’m sorry.
Take no offense, kind individual…
The herbs wish you well
And love you
Vincent Procopio
lying awake
the pain over takes
no sight of a cure
no hope for the world
deadly perscription pills
doctors with no idea
where is the magical herb
the one we all deserve
the cash crop of the west
thats argubley the best
remove these shackles
and let our minds break free
just three little letters
T.H.C
This is the story of Lisa & Herb
A young loving pair who lived in the burbs
Fresh cod she did cook
Forgot to take out the hook
Pierced at the lip he said it's superb
Rip me to pieces and toss me aside,
I will wear my bruises proudly
never will I hide
Let the world judge even though it is not their place
I have myself a small comfort
No choice left, I must finish this race
The journey is important
but the mode of transport must change
For these things I cannot swallow
Or I might find myself deranged,
A sea of tears flow freely,
I could almost drown,
Stifling my sorrow
Not a sob, not a sound,
As the witching hour approaches
It shrouds me in the stillness of the night,
I stumble about in this tunnel
seeking the guiding light,
In the distance I see a glimmer ahead,
That will restore an abundance of life
To what was once dead.
Hope is not the ability to grasp at mere straws,
It is the possibility that something better
lies behind closed doors.
The smoke from
Gandalf's pipe
formed colored rings
which rested over
the wizard's head
making him look
like a true sorcerer
in the evening shadow
Yet the use of this weed
was no creation of wizards
It was actually
Tobold Hornblower
a renowned hobbit
who discovered
the weed
The hobbits of Bree
were the first
to put it in a pipe
The men of Gondor
esteemed the plant
for its marvelous fragrance
Oh yes,
and there was one medieval scholar
who was known
to enjoy a pipeful
along with his companions
and discuss tales and
legends
over a glass of ale
around a bright
fireside
Great moments in the world need great hearts to behold it
For there are things that flashes grandeur
Mere eyes can describe, majestic love can ever interpret
The wonders of your feat. I bring honor
From the present to crown the kings of our beginning
I bring tribute from a modern nation
To the great Olympians that began our famous winning.
O bathe your heart in this our ovation.
If men ask your story, what shall I tell them of your truth
That a champion is not born but made
In the furnace of the heart. That every man has in pursuit
Some dream to exalt his name; paid
In blood is the price of every victory, and those who see
Beyond the brink of self, who connect
To ancestral hunger, will rise triumphant in their jubilee,
I bring you back the equivalent respect.
We had no flag, nor anthem, for your great victory then,
We merely an appendage to others dream
But with personal dignity you chasten us to rise as men
And out of nothing make mission gleam.
We awakened have not slept again, watchers of justice
Movers where progress makes a motion
Zephyrs of morning sweet, we welcome you with bliss,
O drain your cup, drink full of this ovation.
Lavish wicked exile
Florid amends futile
Beware o’ noxious veins
Fatal nature remains
Faultless lulling bell
Malign lethal quell
Belladonna most fair
Nary mercy to spare
Lavender-hued bane
Deceit assured reign
Hush now carnal lilt
Expiry nigh upon wilt
Ne’er partake blithe sip
Toxic upon mortal lip
Alas formidable jane
Elixir harbors chicane
Four walls one couch
Four bros one pound
Dense smoke in this house
Light stoners start passing out
While real stoners laugh
Then roll more loud
Literally we're in a cloud
My thoughts end up in lost and found
If you got some cash
You can get some hash
If you got some cash
you'll smoke some dank
Curb The Herb With Verve
Instead of controlling and then try and curb
California has named Marijuana as State Herb;
When there went;
Became impotent;
Smoking and use of are each correct verb.
James Horn
Herbs are so very savory
Each has its own great flavor.
Racing to my garden eagerly,
Beyond the veggies I do favor,
A whole lot of aromatic things,
Like thyme, rosemary, even sage.
Some folks prefer their food quite
Plain without taste or any fun;
Really though, that’s no delight
Instead away, I want to run.
No bland meals for my palate;
Kindly add some herbal sprinkles.
Let me enjoy some savory respite;
Exciting flavors make my tongue tingle.
Such delectable basil and parsley vittles.
Read Poetry Soup's censorship blurb
And found your muse dropped dead at the curb?
Heed this advice:
Some spice is nice
A little Sage can make Soup superb
Microwave a mug of water with
A bag of Orange Spice herb tea ...
Long enough to make it hot,
But not burn your tongue – about 85 seconds.
Toss the tea bag and stir in two packets of Stevia, then
Choose today’s cocoa and measure out two rounded teaspoons.
Will it be Hershey’s,
Hershey’s Special Dark,
Trader Joe’s,
Or something more exotic?
Live a little – make a hybrid.
Stir and sip.
Don’t forget to wipe off the mustache.
Dunk in some Biscotti, or if you can afford it, Belgian Speculoos.