Best Wicker Poems

Simple, singular, shards of silver moonlight,
Fell magically over our shadowy bodies,out of sight.

Twas on that vibrant, virginal, bench, oh love,
My being so young, heard the angelic sound of turtle doves.

Oh, heavens, that with musical madness seem to fall.
On two sweet young lovers, who gave that...

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Cut from the quarry of life, 
block by block by block
towed to haloed ground
cut and pasting 
pyramids of the mind
time after 
time after 
time....

To open a seam in the sky,
heart in the kings chamber
the soul in the queens
great lost limestone eyes
peering into the afterlife,
eating the...

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Oh restful place
Weary are my eyes that watch in glory
Worn are the clay hands of my race
With lines and tales that rise upon my face

Oh restful place
With battened flattened ruby shoes
And America spirited sapphire pants
The whistling winds call the to trace  

Oh restful place
I...

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Too often I have forgotten the nectar

   of welcomed recollection,

Having been lazed out 

   in Sylvan grasses green,

   lounging upon the footstool of the world.....

   where the wood marries the wedded waters,

   where the songster...

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The lovely view from my wicker chair
As crows caw spring is here
And wispy clouds parade on blue
Buzzards soar without fear

Scenes so peaceful express
Times filled with much happiness
Winter a diminished thing
Unfulfilled dreams scantiness  

The Star Magnolia's buds swell, wait
Open at a later date
Nature knows what...

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"50 Words for Poe: The Wicker Man"



Lost in the fire of his own mind
Lost in the fire of his own heart betrayed
Lost in the fire of his own life arraigned
Lost in the absence of Love, always

No Home
Man on Fire 
Afraid

Freedom to be found in the...

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The Wicker baskets

Rooster crackled, fresh new day!
Sun arose planting gentle kiss
on the Earth's fore-head....
A cottage in the woods stood elegant
Lilted the cool breeze outside so pleasant!
Woke her child this mother, filled with zest
A long embroidered green skirt ,
made of flax this mother had draped...
Adorned her...

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Gramma's sewing basket
Overflowed with bits of fluff
Ribbons from a cardboard roll
That weren't quite big enough
Buttons in all sizes
And colors rolled around
If it happened to tip over
And spill onto the ground
The yarn left from my mittens
And scarf and baby glove
She knitted on a cold night
Entwined with...

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In desperation of solitude,
Sanity struggles to stay afloat.
Dark clouds descend on paradise lost,
Escape disappears, madness provoked.

Shadows dancing under the pale moon,
Mischievous silhouettes on the walls.
In the company of misery,
An unsympathetic world revolves.

Tragedy collects inside her quill,
Trembling in her delicate hand.
Tears streaming onto crumpled pages,
Unseen words...

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That old chair in the corner
              For years, it was my friend
Especially when I sat alone
               With no...

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They drop succulent, ripe and basket-bound;

with a quick turn, skill runs the juice masterful.

Yet jaded wicker lips so slash your fingers red

that with a quick turn, you drop your quirky quill

as caustic acid anesthetic muds the dusty ground....

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Heart broken,
Heart unsure,
When we are forgotten,
 For we are not pure,
We call names,
We hunt love,
Screaming things,
 We never thought of,
To nurse pride,
Lost in shame,
All my heart,
Just your game,
As she runs 
As I seek
Now her words
Make me weak,
For she lies,
And I’m lost,
Love is love,
But what a...

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     Or ~ Breakfast in the Fields~

The animated, joyful couple, just you and I.
With our picnic, wicker basket wonderfully full.
Of Brioche,our favorite cheeses, fruits, Chai 
and mirth.
It's so wonderfully quiet here except for the
sound of bountious butterfly wings.
And I can hear...

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cat sprawled upon a wicker heirloom
perfect blend of humble and attitude,...

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Simple singular, shards of silver moonlight,
Fell magically, over shadowy bodies, that night.

In the lush, jasmined garden, innocent,we?
Canopied by an angelic, embracing oak tree.

Oh, that wicker bench, where we embraced!
To this day, remains, our loves' first, indelible trace!



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