Best Poppy Poems

The symbol of remembrance is the red poppy
When I look upon it, this is what I see,
I see courage, sacrifice and extreme bravery
See thousands enlisting to defend their country.

I see other nationalities, every colour and creed
Who came to help England in her hour of need
I...

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Feeling rife with satisfaction, I paint it black,
hours, minutes, seconds, let it bleed as tears go by.
Time waits for no one, she’s so cold - no looking back;
wild horses in my veins and I’m a fool to cry.

Hours, minutes, seconds, let it bleed.  As...

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Poppy so red and fine
                                  you have a glow that no other
...

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A cocaine abuser named Norton
A fellow drug addict was courtin'
   It was love at first sight
   He'd found Mrs. Right
So he plucked her a poppy for snortin'...

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Time to remember this day
for the price they had to pay
wear the poppy coloured red
to pay tribute to our dead
for the loved ones lost at war
to remember what they fought for....

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Fields of red, of poppy leaf
The fields where  so many brave came to grief
Brave men indeed who refused to kneel
To give freedom to others, we remember them still

Fields of red, of poppy leaf
For Those men and boys who passed we grieve
The light extinguished in...

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Love is not
for the weak-hearted
who fall
at the slightest gust of charm

no, it is not a fairy-tale
containing nothing but words 
of white horses
and happy endings

Sometimes, love wears thorns
and cleverly hides itself
behind the gesture of a rose
or worse yet
a man with no flowers at all...

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Once upon a time
In the imagination of a child,
Was a very lonely pirate
Who never, ever smiled.

The pirate had no friends at all,
He'd been mean and gruff and bad,
Now he was quite alone
And this made our pirate sad.

Everyday he'd search the land,
Not for jewels or gems,
What...

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Poppy the parrot

Picked pus from a pimple’s peak

but then Poppy pricked Poe’s pajama pole

Patrolman Pat picked Poppy up by his beak

Prisoned Poppy pleads for parole

and pecks popcorn and crumbs all week...

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awash in crimson
colour and smell permeate
intoxicating...

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Her seed is tossed into the wind
Whirled from palms of nature's hand
By helter skelter randomness
The green and brown become a bliss
Scattered poppies across the land
Like butterflies, their beauty graces
The hills, valleys, and roadside places
A world comes alive with a golden glow
Like polished gems, where weeds...

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Chill
Autumn
in the air-
drops of sanguine
red....

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>River Orwell and a Poppy field
By Stanley Russell Harris
(The mad Author)

I went out with the wife today.
We walked by the River Orwell I say.
Tide was out, but breeze was swell.
Ensured there was no stinking town smell.

Grasses looked so green and fresh.
Honey bees were buzzing on...

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The British Red Poppy to me
Always creates a tear when near,                                  ...

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He came to me and gently brought,
the fairest flowers of His thought.

Joy arrived with euphoric mums,
softly as the hummingbird hums.

Purity blown from baby’s breath,
ever innocent until death.

Peace pervaded purest poppy,
tranquil bliss nothing can copy.

Happiness borne from pure lily,
butterfly wings, dainty and frilly.

Gratitude from feathered pink...

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