Best Weed Poems

I am but a weed
In God's flower garden
Humbled to exist
Even if not as red as roses
Not as tall as sun flowers
Not as warm as marigolds
Not as thrilling as lillies

But I am wonderfully and fearfully made
I invite imagination
And like a falling star
Children pick me to
Blow blue...

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Twas the night before Christmas and all were in need
    as we waited for Santa who had promised us Weed.
Our parents were sleeping with not a clue in their heads
    that their children were Stoners and away from their...

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We seek out special flowers in the field,
That stand among the weeds in scarce array…
Quick pluck them from the thorns, a tiny yield,
Arrange them, stem by stem for our display.
Then serving on a table, shelf or sill,
Their fragrant beauty eases stress and strife,
While in the...

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Food To Feed Separate from Weed

Morning Has Broken and so has each seed; 
Become food to feed  separate from weed,
They found,
On ground,
Which was required that they surely need.

My main goal is to motivate others
to write poetry..

Jim Horn...

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Dandiest of lions, roaming freely in your fertile field,
Feral kitty don’t succumb to pressure, let not your spirit yield,
Lie in the sun, relax, repose,
You are of the field, as of the garden is the rose....

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Weed
it is,
edible;
dandelion
weed....

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LUST IS AS ILL-CONSIDERED A WEED
  AS EVER STOLE SCENT


Rejected in the main as superstition -
A gadfly, I’m alone upon the weed:
A hot cinquefoil brooding on position,
Declared intent of being in need of screed -

Now the subject of each idle bee
Gorged already, needing a...

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What is a rose to a weed,
The latter we fight,
The other we feed,
One grows in spite,
It takes over with greed,
What is a rose to a weed.

When will a rose use it's thorns,
We cut them for love,
They are picked as we mourn,
For those we think of,
For...

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at the roadside
solitary flowering weed
vision of loveliness

leaf falling from the tree
does its last dance in the air
then settles to the ground

in the crack in the concrete
the grass pushes upwards
unstoppable life force...

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I love weed; Afghan Red to be precise
It is my favourite illegal vice
I do it in the bath and in the hall
I smoke it in summer and right through fall

I smoke in class and in canteen
I smoke when cops are on the scene,
I light up...

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It's not a flower, it isn't yellow,
     it's just this rabid,
            fearless fellow....

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life, death and tumbleweed

I have never encountered tumbleweed
in all of its restless rolling glory
never really thought about it
until just now.

if you ask me why now
my mind would appear 
as a new page
filled with potential
but all unformed

brown dried skeletal lace
at the mercy
of every wind that blows
crackling...

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I am a weed,
Why do you ask me to paint my face and nails?
Do you not see my beauty without the falseness of that view?

I am a weed,
No, not a rose, soft velvet pleasure,
Beautiful until you reach out to touch,
Her siren song lures you to...

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We went to Spain with a pot head
the son of a good friend of ours,
our families travelled together
towing caravans driving for hours.

Our son was the only one with us,
they took their own son, and his friend,
although their son’s mate was quite normal
their son drove us...

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We start life well grounded
like all great kelp families
attached to shell or bedrock, growing,
reaching for sunlight above the sea

all summer season long
I am battered about
colliding, pushed to and fro
waves and tide shape my destiny

at my rock-bound toes
purple anemones freely munch
trying to break me free
I feel...

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