Blackthorn Poems - Poems about Blackthorn

...Blight,   Growing,   Toxic seeds   Festering deep   Within cracking souls,   Shaded beneath blackthorn,   Watered by innocent's tears,   Blooming like demonic cancer,......

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...You chance upon her in the far reaches of the backyard a place you never go and there she trembles a tiny tiger in a blurred world secreted in shadows below blackthorn shrubs faint mews dra......

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...Now I see it black, black with a tinge of plum hinting at sloe fruit to come. Soon it will be white, white blossom dazzling from roadside and woods telling us of spring. It offers hope, ......

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...South of Sahara the winter arrives Bouquet of warblers has already left Flying to warmer climes where they will thrive Focused on summer winter not bereft. Small Willow Warblers sing de......

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...Spring Tanka the scented blackthorn bursting into sudden bloom - new life emerges and the slowly warming earth nourishes temperate spring For the Spr......

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...seed time and blackthorn hedges dusted off winter hibernation lost its sleepy crown and laid to rest inward turn of events that simmered in the cold as daffodils shed their woolen hats and ......

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...The Levels The reeds, like tattered banners limply hung From slender, ghost-like lances held on high, Like ancient armies, waiting in the mist To heed the call, a long lost battle cry. A steel......

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...The stars, they were shinin' when Harry came home; And the moon, it was big and bright. He quietly promised no more to roam, So, we danced in the firelight! When Harry came home, the people wer......

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...mallards... a pair koi carp can't compete... duck feet strang orange shapes ~ sunshine... summertime fickle spring... climate changing muted cuckoos ~ Jenny wren... begging let summe......

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...a cage made of silver coloured wires a metal weave and knots that together have made a bell the shape so like has no hammer but a tiny door closed with a piece of blackthorn inside a slim b......

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...Beating drums mark his last march and fifes play lowly, a breeze blows on blackthorn blossoms, Raised high above on hardened shoulders for the mourning march, that slowly glides him along, A hero, ......

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...For years and months I was a preecher. And your paleness was nothing but a helpless virtue to my speech in whole. And with regular meetings of sliding glanses and peers up awake, Had the superio......

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...Feb-ru-ary – Snow-white blossom, Winter hedgerow shining. Now September – Hedgerow harvest: Sloe-black, slow, black, Black fruit with purple bloom. Sloe gin, slow, gin, Let the alchemy be......

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...And now the weeping willow turns to green. So brilliant red, the robin’s breast, Just like the sun, now sinking in the West, And down the lane more signs of spring are seen : The spiky blacktho......

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...Beating drums mark his last march and fifes play lowly, a breeze blows on blackthorn blossoms, Raised high above on hardened shoulders for the mourning march, that slowly glides him along, A hero, a ......

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