Best Mulched Poems

Locked inside a summer dream that never ends 
I am a breathing tree, a pushing flower, a seedling 
Hemmed in by a sun that shines and never spends, 
I am a rose in a garden, filled with mystical healing 

Enfolded in the hour I am...

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As winter hazes of January spraying
While I was meditating on how
To write this riveting poem which
Seemed to be for someone who
I never cast in my sight.
Despite her name is not an odd in me
But I know she will be something to me
I meant not a...

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The happiest day of October 
was the one when she wore her little red hat 
Off to the woods we went hand in hand like songbirds in flight; 
The sun in all its glory spilled its applesauce grin 
all over my baby and I as...

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All around mountains stare down,
Dwarfing Bleancwm with a silence,
Our Brockway walk is to begin,
Unusually no song  birds to sing!
The steep incline to the top,
Plenty to look at, while the legs stop,
Waterfalls, horse medows, rocks,
Plenty to hear as the mind resets,
Water crashing, Water relaxing,
Breaking the silence...

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My daughter and I have started working out
at a local gym.We have done water aerobics
and ever the over achiever I decided to try
Zumba as well.It will be fun ,I convinced myself.
I love dancing and it will go so fast I will probably
love it. The reason...

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Last night a noreaster passed us by,
So my yellow crocus hopeful though til now shy,
Spread open wide this morn,
Cheering a flower bed otherwise forlorn.

Eager roses bud canes low to ground,
Dared sprout buds above their mulched mounds.
At their feet, sedum cluster new corms
Ignoring dry stems above...

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We’re living 
in a pesticide era.
Existence is in poison.

Peasants are persuaded.
Their minds are mulched
with chemical thoughts.

Vegetable gardens are gruesome.
Not green, but 
a toxic shade of death dominates.

Even deep purple grapes 
in the vineyards
don’t tempt birds.

Nostalgic smell 
of cashew blooms
steeps in *Endosulfan.

Flies aren’t extinct, yet
they keep...

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When I first planted trees I thought it was for shelter 
From the ocean gales blast, and the wild rain lashing rain. 
I needed to help them, so I built up some fences.
I needed to feed them, and dug in some kelp.
The trees looked so...

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Grass cut, mulched beds,
Spring is here
Awfully early this year. 
Anyone else feeling dread
About what changes are ahead?...

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Origami gifts fledglings multiple 
         Stork sling incubates infant hatchery
         Holds pine seed offspring horticultural
         Burst dirt celebrates cedar jamboree


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The maples blushed attempting to outshine
the flamboyant forsythias.
Willows wept strands of puce pollen.
The air lay damp, ponderous, pregnant
with the promise of peonies.
The mulched ground was pierce with spears of hyacinths;
crowned with dancing daffodils 
and fragrant hyacinth.
The sweet ripe smell of manure meandered
through the freshly turned...

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My uncle took me fishing.
He’d smoke his favorite briar
Stuffing the cherry blend in with stubby
Welsh fingers more suitable for digging coal,
Than compacting mulched tobacco leaves.

A line taut between his index finger and his thumb,
He took a thready pulse of a line strung along the pole.
He...

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Quote: I don't want a perfect life I want a happy life 

Children tumbling out of bed 
coffee dripping from my old faded percolator 
Stockings hanging from the shower curtain 
mother's laughter from across the miles 
Husband's wet kisses and the shuffle of feet 
scraped...

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A tree stood strong, fruity and healthy
on fertile soils of a volcanic landscape
a fairy forest ranger nurtured it on honey
and mulched it with jam and ice-cream
three beautiful fragile branches developed
but forest ranger was happy, self-conceited
birds and bats enjoyed its products in joy
an ornamental gift it...

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Walking on sunlight, spongy and soft like the grass 
sauntering on the moon, blue cushioned bounces of joy 
stepping on stars, silver bursts of happiness all around 

flying with eagles, notorious wings of power and thrust 
climbing an oak, filaments of wood on your tongue...

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