Best Picking Poems

Are Flowers for Picking?

I question myself,
silently standing beside
the quaint wooden kiosk 
in the centre of the square.
My eyes scan the freshly 
picked assortment of roses, 
carnations, lilies, and orchids.
The array of colours tempts,
softening niggling doubts
arising from tender pity.

I enter the hospice, briskly
making my way to...

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She liked picking flowers, I liked growing them

She liked picking flowers,
I liked growing them
Her basket filled with pretty blooms,
freshly on the stem

She walked into my garden,
scented sweet and true
I tended to my marigolds
with tiny buds so new

She saw my Gerber daisies,
just smiling in the sun
Then...

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I was punctured by punctuations
The words you wielded with such disdain
A ravenous revolutionary
Pitilessly piercing deep into my vein

I pretended such positivity 
Holding happy forward as my shield
Your attack so precise and persistent 
cold and calculated you would not yield

You left little to the imagination
Expressive expletives...

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Seashell Symphony,
On ear, rhapsody playing.
Ocean Conducting!


Dedicated to Raul...you're a very good teacher...tell me what you think?...

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Autumn apples

Lean your ladder against the trees

Autumn apples

Rust and green creates a chapel

God's  bounty nestled in the leaves

A taste of harvest scents the breeze

Autumn apples!



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Inspired By Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest "Rondelet Contest"
By Carrie Richards...

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On a cool, crisp mid-October morning,
the sweetness of apples flavors the air.
And a chevron of geese honk their warning
that Winter is coming; stay if you dare.

I loved picking apples, but I was small
and only picked those I could reach by hand.
I didn't like using ladders;...

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A musky, burnt haze sears slowly into my nostrils.  
The twilight hour pulses steadily, bathing stark walls in an eerie gloom.  
Too awake to drift to sleep, yet too tired to drag my bones off this sinking mattress.  
Thoughts cyclone like a...

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Picking up the pieces,
Of her shattered life,
Every joyous memory,
Lances through her, like a knife.
Time's slipping between her fingers,
Like sand through an hourglass,
The turmoil in her mind,
Never ceases, doesn't pass.
Vicious words were spoken,
Jagged scars remain,
No amount of alcohol,
Can ease the searing pain.
No more sorrow,
No tears left...

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Written April 11, 2025, for Contest Sponsored by Edward Ibeh

Quote: 1/ “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ? Rumi

           2/ "Many times we pick at the bitter, rusty scabs that form...

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Quote: "I shall be like a tree planted by the river"

Amidst the orchard's verdant scene, I stand tall, 
Beneath the azure sky, I hear the river's call. 
Cherries ripe and red, like jewels they gleam, 
Delightful treasures in this picturesque dream 

Each blossom to cherry,...

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PICKING UP THE PIECES OF MY HEART

Thunderstorms and lightening,
Can be very frightening,
Stormy weather keeps reminding me of you

Sometimes I don’t feel like waking,
My emotions keep on quaking,
And, my heart keeps breaking over you

Where’s my happy ever after
The rain drowns all the laughter
Hope hangs from the...

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In the cool of an autumn morning
my father and his friend, 
Jimmy Kerin, would go
mushroom picking in paddocks 
way out past the last suburban fence.
I would tag along not to pick
but feel the freedom of open land
stretching as far as the eye could see
and for...

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Anyone can count the seeds in an apple, but only God can count the number of apples in a seed. - Robert H. Schuller

Luscious crimson, amber, falling
Trembling on branches, perfect yarns
Reciting journeys, their calling
Seeds thrown aside while nature darns

Trembling on branches, perfect yarns
Fables and feelings,...

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Eeny meeny capellini,
Ziti, elbows, bucatini.
Vermicelli, farfalloni,
Gnocchi, orzo, rigatoni.

Alfabeto and linguine,
Cavatelli, fettuccine.
Penne, pappardelle and gigli,
Stelle, risi, tripolini.

Picking pasta gives you choices;
Any way, your mouth rejoices.
Think I'll go and boil me some - 
If it's cooked al dente - yum!...

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Go at anyone but didn't think it would be you,
I'm thinking okay but who on Earth are you,
now let's pick it apart and unearth the truth,
expose your rhymes, not bulletproof.

I'm not doing this to save Slim, no need
I'm a poet showing your rhymes are thin,
or...

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