Best Poison Ivy Poems
Silence………A solemn hush
except
for
insects
running
amongst the jade green grass
and the large invasive vines.
Large cypress trees,
stately and tall,
throw shadows around me
as I wend my way
along the lonely lanes
of moss-covered, musty-smelling tombs
careful not to touch the poison ivy
or admire the wisteria vines.
People do visit here,
for look, bunches of flowers
adorn the place,
emitting scents to try and nullify
the staleness of the resting place.
Headstones obliterated by the wind,
makes me wonder who lies beneath.
Was she beautiful and tall?
Ugly and short?
What does it matter now?
For all I care she could have been
beautiful and short.
But some things do matter
in our personal short earthly time.
All that matters is
what we do with our life.
Death holds no sting, really.
But
don’t
touch
the poison ivy.
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.
Nothing left but
The misty wood of
The twisty and twirled
Poison Ivy
Of Pride and Arrogance.
Poison ivy of assumption
a seed transforms into vines
your very branches tread fine lines.
Cut off the ones that offend you.
Watch as the ivy desecrates the character you never were.
Hearsay convoluted, convictions flawed.
Are you so jealous or too overzealous?
Poison Ivy of assumption
ruthless as a boa constrictor.
Crack each bone to keep your namesake.
Lessening a stranger's significance
hoping to encapsulate foreign fences.
All for your self decadence?
Prey lay dying
decimation of their very character.
The ivy as a thief in the night.
Wearing its victims skin it entangles and destroys.
Poison ivy of assumption
is no stepping stone sacred with thee?
Every leaf a captured soul
in your self induced sheol.
Void of individual existence
tarnished and vindictive in your webbed realm of deceit.
Poison ivy of assumption
a cycle neverending
this much I know is true.
Still ever present around today.
As green meets green
as dawn meets dusk
as a star fires away from the sky.
I stand in truth to confront this ivy of assumption.
I'll stand neither by it nor for it.
Poison ivy of assumption.
None call it.
None escape it,
None miss it.
I require proof.
While you die in the lies that never was
and never will be.
Poison ivy of assumption
be my guest
but I won't be there to dine.
Hate,
Looks like poison Ivy that is slowly killing a tree,
Smells like death,
Sounds like a victory cry when your enemy is dead,
Chokes your soul so that no good feelings can grow.
Thirteen, deemed brilliant...quite attractive,
injecting her poison through the blood of
countless young boys...
boys...calling her home...riding by...
boys...craving her time...wanting her...
But beyond the intellect, she was insensitive
and, at times, brutal.
"Dance with me."
"No way, you're ugly."
"Would you like to go see a movie?"
"No, you're not my type."
Chased...so she ran as distraught boys with
bruised hearts neither forgot nor...
forgave.
Venomous thoughts are
Like a poison ivy plant
That poison your soul
Withering you slowly as
A flower in a desert
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Poison ivy’s ruby kiss
Strip all the ink away
Do away with her kiss; ivy.
Ivy’s kiss still stings
clings to a heart that’s inked deep
deeply rooted ivy- spicy leaves…
leaves her mark on a trifling bum.
A bum brim full of hot air teases
kisses out of icy ivy, earns a rash.
A rush of Ivy’s ruby kisses stings
clings to his heart, inked deep
weep away her kiss, ivy, he tries!
denies he still cares: eyes stinging
Stringing her along- rather coyly
another oily tongue that love bombs Ivy
envy not it’s frolics in ivy seas.
See, Ivy wears her poison like an armour
Dour ego: Ivy seized its crown.
down in the dumps it stays
bays all day long, tongue wrung out
strung out, just deserts he gets
he regrets spitting at ivy seas.
See, Ivy wears her poison like an armour…
sour lour is a ruby kissed clown
Down in the dumps lives the clown.
Those nights be crazy but livid while my imagination runs wilder than poison ivy which could be deadly
but with the right antidote could be inoculated in a way by means of inoculation metaphorically yet I like the deadly part more so cause I'm falling in love with poison ivy that has deadly force which makes me crave for more ivy yet I'm well aware but it don't seem to stop me from this poison ivy, I yearn it more and more and more to see if I could tame this poison ivy. This Ivy is so evil and deadly I yearn more yet it has never made contact with a woman of my stature, could I be the one to tame this bad, evil, poisonous Ivy to a good, liveable, great Ivy. I believe so. I crave and yearn for more from evil to good is my cause in Iife I crave, only me... I crave more turning evil to good. I am one of a kind told I go whr some Angels wont even go to make a difference for a greater cause of GOOD.
THIS IVY IS ALMOST TURNING BROWN AND BROWN DAILY
FOR EACH DAY I GROW STRONGER AND STRONGER WITH MORE FOLLOWERS. Creator IS GOOD
Rockin' tough
Rockin' touch
Rocket rock star's
Still in love
Hallowed halls of
Doobie's lair
The Sunset Gang
Played air band there
Mr. Salty
Zimmer-cam
Winkles and
The Ramel's jam
Wildman
Screaming Me
Pounded sounds
On Adams Street
Check us out
On cable TV
It's Sticks Rambo
and Company
Again its
Nineteen Eighty Three
Walking on her way to class
she developed poison ivy
Chants of ‘Kill the Jews’ – crude and crass
have now replaced in 'Crimson’s yahd’ *
~ ‘Ya pahk ya cah at Hahvahd?’
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*Havard's nickname is 'The Crimson.'
Also, Harvard is right next to Boston,
where they don't pronounce their 'r's,'
and many 'a's' sound like the 'a' in
'father.'
Tough times I'm glad
Ready to face the hardest
The more times we had
Less sweat to walk the farthest
Your love is a needle in the ocean
Unforeseen yet attract my wisdom
Upon this savvy heart full of emotion
Never was I succumb of your ivy venom.
She buried the bodies down by the orchard grove
It's so pretty in spring
You just gotta go
The flowers grow tall
When the sun goes low
You gotta go
She didn’t kill him just for fun
No fun was had that day
He had the looks that said okay
It was just his mouth
That did betray
She was just an easy lay
The years rolled by
And time forgot
All until that day
The storm unearthed
What was buried
Down by orchard grove
He pushed her awake
Gave her the news
Something about orchard grove
They found dead people down there
Wasn’t that the place
You left in disgrace
She laughed
He had the looks that said okay
It was just his mouth
That did betray
She killed him quick
Burying him next to pear tree, Rick
Sometimes late at night
They come back to say hello
Some scream indignity
Others scream hell no
It was like having good friends around the stove
The bodies buried down by orchard grove.
Remember that leaves of three,
means you better let them be;
Don’t get a rash on your ass,
using the wrong type of grass,
when in the woods you have to go pee.
Her brilliant red veins can blind you
The shimmer of her leaves is deadly
Her allergens will find you
Thoughts of her vines weigh heavy
Ur mind will find no cure for her poison
Itching at ur desire
Memories burning with passion & fire
Thick vines climbing up the wall of ur dreamz
Robust leaves soaking up the sun beams
Longing for her touch consumes my every fiber
Her poison isn't fast like a viper
Beautiful to the eye shining like a jewel
Deadly to the touch of a fool
She'll leave u scarred and broken
Anaphylactic and chokin'
Her touch lingers under ur skin
The only relief is to touch her again
Lusting for her poison like a fiend
Searching the forest 4 her leaves of red & green
Poison Ivy climbes through my thoughts
We called her sweet Ivy, trying to pretend
That she was not poisonous, someone to defend
Ivy was truly an anomaly, someone to avoid if you could.
We stayed our distance as any normal human would.
Her three husbands had died mysteriously.
She danced on their graves, wild and free.
The usual suspect, in every single case.
The next to date her was a guy named Chase.
We tried to warn him, but he did not listen.
Fooled by her hazel eyes that danced and glistened.
“If I do not marry her, what will be the harm?”
Chase asked us, taken in by her guile and charm.