Best Ivy Poems

I cannot reach the ivy wildly growing,

The screen will soon cling and cover.

Once I was tall enough and lithe,

But those days are long and long over.


Watching ivy grow is a new way of living,

Quiet and silent days of writing of rhymes,

Wondering at the speed of...

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It's used as an afterthought, fattening festive 
arrangements for Mother's Day, Easter, 
someone's birthday.  An underrated vine,
enhancing center-stage flowers whose star-power 
doesn't wear well. It's the "coming attraction" 
that's there after the clapping dies down, 
replanted by doorstep or gravestone.  "Grow," 
I say, "Change...

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It must have felt like love at first,
The clinging of the ivy vines,
Until his rich red heart had burst.

Her tendrils slaked an ancient thirst,
The tender touch for which he pined.
It must have felt like love at first.

Too guileless to suspect the worst,
She speared him with...

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Budgie managed to get me to write again, I am very grateful to him for providing me with the first stanza, he's a wonderful friend :)

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Elm stood regally and rigid.
Ivy looked up in awe
and said, a little timid: 
“Ahhhh, to be so big,
close to the...

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It’s not too often that a person knows

a bad thing is inside them, and too late

sometimes they realize that cancer grows.

It grows like poison ivy, and one’s fate

depends on many factors. One is time.

How far along is cancer when it’s found?

How fast and high that...

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You and I, we are,
two polar petals, laced with
arctic blue moonshine
of soft sweven-hymns
and sunburst apricity
of aqua-gold tides,
reminiscing mauve
hours, when our love waltzed in teal
faithful lakes hued with
ivory ink of
coral kismet, shimmering
in wine-auroras,
but now we just trace
poisoned pixie-dust, upon
each other's frail fate,
sinking in folklores
of shaded red...

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POTD~

In the misery of a paler grey nightfall
she blinks like citrine glazed along walls,
Ivy of Boston flaunts her shimmer without guilt
as palette of amber claims her lustrous glides 
slithering with her bohemian lift,
rosette flesh blushing in chilled breeze.

Social climber this paramour, whirling
among plants wanton wild...

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velvet under leaves 
snaking roots 
of ivy...

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The twisted and twirled 
Poison Ivy
Of Pride and Arrogance
In the misty woods of its own,
Retaining itself to be shown
Or itself to be stirred. 

The gusts of words 
Not able to halt 
The poison Ivy swelling, 
Swelling on the earth of accessors, 
Bringing death to all....

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Perky Green
Climbing up trees
Chop, chop, itch, itch,
Poison Ivy...

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Here she comes again with that dingy pink watering can
    I’m soaked as it is; I’ve tried to tell her, STOP WATERING!
But no, thirsty or not, I’d better get ready for it

Now Lily doesn’t mind, Peace Lily, that is, she drinks a...

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Things
change
just fall
to shadows
of distant sweet dreams
God seems to be far, far away
the memories of my dead family are fading
I want to hold onto these distant things and memories, so I struggle to keep them

My
heart 
broken
love is gone
lost in distant time
I want to be wrapped in...

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I is for idyll in the way that at 91 years of age my grandmother took such care, attention and pride in her appearance and her home.

V is for vanity as my grandmother was always immaculately groomed,her hair always looking pristine, full face of make...

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Oh, these trees, arms reaching as they
      did then, but even wiser ... perhaps I as
         well have learned another thing-or-two
   in the eons since I yet stood here ...

The...

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Indomitable
Inhospitable stone wall
Ivy grows rampant
Green leaves sweep in polished style
Nature knows no boundaries....

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