Best Thicket Poems

Well hopefully you've read the last "Poetry for Poets", now here's the one I wanted to write, enjoy...

POETRY FOR POETS 
(I own this- edition)

Poems
more organic...

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Many ingredients bake writing inspiration.
This recipe combines a stirring sensation:  

Heaps of desires never realized
as marinated in teary sore eyes;
Quantities of wide open spaces
caramelized...

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A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, 
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, 
Warbling quietly to whistle...

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The family had just moved into an old castle in Scotland; 
mother, father and their only daughter, Emmie, that they loved so deeply. 
Emmie was...

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This sacred soil that once resounded with the musket's rattle,
Imbued with mingled blood of Blue and Gray spilt in brutal battle,
Now stands serene with only...

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A lonely figure twirls itself, concealed
by blades of wheat as clouds float through the sky.
The form, a boy, looks up from golden field
and sees the...

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It’s a sad situation, the state of this nation
of murderers, molesters, and thieves
I can’t help but wonder as we continue to plunder
at how we create...

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I am winter 
 
I can hear the birds singing,
calling for the sun to rise
from dark branches scraping an alabaster sky
Full of life they sound,
perched...

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The sun breaks through the grey morning mist,
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Christopher Cricket
Lived out in a thicket
With his musical family

They slept by day
Each night they would play
At the Firefly Jamboree

A chorus of frogs
Encamped in the bogs
Would...

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The valley is hushed before daybreak,
until the animals awake.

Fawns snuggle for warmth against their mothers
beneath leaves of aspen trees, 
dappled in dawn's pale light.

In thicket...

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I am soaring above canopies of an olive kingdom, 
singing sagas of untamable freedom, to whistling mistrals,
as a choir of tropical rain-forests serenade a wild...

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The yellow neon sign casted a glow upon his chiselled cheekbones as the bustling sounds of a city that never slept droned on. 

He carried...

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I’m in distress
I can’t express
How I feel deep down inside
This feeling is a terrible tide
How do I impress
Everyone here in excess?
I’m just here to simply...

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The October night was dark and cold,
As the autumn sun was going down,
When I recalled the legends I had been told,
About this sleepy, little town.

There...

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